Sometimes, when you go back and read what you've written, you realize it could be interpreted differently by others. Whoopsie. Just re-read a recent post and realized it may sound sorta unclean. Not the intention, blog friend, but the fix has been made.
Shifting gears and turning pages, it's time for tunage that should be interpreted for what it is. First, some Friday Night Haiku, in honor of the sweepers who position themselves in their cars on our long Team In Training runs.
Sweeper, sweeper, see
Me looking for no sweeping
Stay warm and watch me.
Friday, January 15, 2010
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1 comment:
Chilliwack, nice pick.
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