Archive for November 8, 2005

Disappointment with my marathon time notwithstanding, yesterday was my real finish line. And it felt pretty good. I managed to think about virtually nothing from 11-12 as my unbelievably named Oasis Day Spa masseuse, Miles Golden, kneaded and pounded knots out of me. Somewhat surprisingly, the bulk of the damage is above my waist. Apparently,…

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