I was really dreading my first run back in Vallejo... it was so nice to be in the trees, and on endless dirt. However, I am happy to report that it wasn't too bad. It was still V-town, as I walked out my door there were three police cars (and a motorcycle), and they were taking pictures of this van in the middle of the street. Yeah... I have no idea what was going on... and frankly I probably didn't want to know. Perhaps it was another Bus incident. Whatever.
Today: 5 miles
Week: 5 miles
This is an attempt to use my community (near and far) to help on my journey to get both my body and soul back in shape. It is a running journal, and a record of how that often parallels the walk of my life.
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I know how you feel, i live downtown and i see cops all over the place which i guess is a good thing. But i have seen some crazy things on my runs. I once saw this guy on a bike steal this ladys purse. Too bad i was on mile 5 and i was doing great time and wanted to finish hard i didnt have any energy to chase the guy.
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