is a long way. That's the distance between three sets of quarter-mile intervals and gutting it out for one more . It's the distance between relaxing with a beer and adding one more lap onto my neighborhood tempo run... every night for the next ten months. It's the distance between, "I think I'll have some Oreos with this milk," and "I wonder what Charles is eating right now."I've got some ground to cover.
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Hey big kids, can I play?
Adam -
I'd be willing to drink the beer and eat the Oreos for you. That goes for you too, Charles. Anything for a friend.
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