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I'm pretty content with my life, lately. But my spirit is restless and says it wants to shout and run races and break and reconfigure things, so I have photorealistic dreams of running races down rocky hillsides holding lit firecrackers in West Virginia. Oh, and BTW, waking up with leg bruises from a race you didn't run in? Not cool, yo.

In other news, I want to go to the Dallas World Aquarium this fall when things cool off. Please volunteer yourself to come with.