Shaq beat me to it, but it doesn’t matter. The time has come. I’m retiring from hoop. I played yesterday and it just wasn’t right. It wasn’t fun like it should be. The pounding on the back and ankles wasn’t fun either. Maybe I’m just hooped out. I’m sure I’ll run again at some point but today I feel like I could give a shit if I ever took another shot.
I need to get my run on. Every day I want to get my run on. Me, my music and the tranquility. Days I’m not running I spend preparing for running. I just knocked out 6 more miles in the park today. I wanted to keep going, but didn’t have time. Lebron had the decision, and I’m hoping to do the same. So next week I’ll make my decision on what’s next. Still have some things to investigate.
Tough bruins loss to swallow last night. Hell of a game to watch though. What was up with the tornadoes, every time I think I’ve seen it all, something fucked up happens.
Song of the day-outside by staind. Aaron Lewis and I must be kindred spirits. I relate to so much of his music its damn scary.
That’s all for now
Ross
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