Thirteen Days to Thirteen miles
So, I just noticed that we're now 13 days away from Dec. 3, when I'll run 13.1 miles in Memphis.
The next day my friend Rebecca will try to make 26.2 her lucky number in Las Vegas.
Somehow make 13.1 your lucky number doesn't have the same ring to it.
But my adrenaline is pumping and I'm starting to get really excited.
The next day my friend Rebecca will try to make 26.2 her lucky number in Las Vegas.
Somehow make 13.1 your lucky number doesn't have the same ring to it.
But my adrenaline is pumping and I'm starting to get really excited.
posted by bl at 5:55 pm
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that's another Johnny Cash song that wasn't in the movie, the one counting down to a hanging... now it's in my head, "I've got 25 minutes... to go..."
Or, you've got 13 days... to go...
I haven't heard that Johnny Cash song. Sounds interesting.
However, right now I'm really looking for songs a bit more inspiring.
I mean, after all, I don't think of running a marathon or a half-marathon as being an execution.
Although maybe the song as a whole is a bit different.
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