<p>Rehi, all.</p>
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<p><strong>RiL;</strong> I'm sure your race is over by now. Hope you kicked a$$!</p>
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<p><strong>Kath:</strong> Doh! Feel better soon!</p>
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<p><strong>Maureen: </strong> I'd think no news = good news. Bad news is stuff that doctors like to share quickly, so I think you're in the clear

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<p><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Not fun/Fun on my run today:</span> </p>
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<p>Not fun: I pull into my normal parking area, and there's a guy, holding a shopping bag, sort of kicking a coke can around. Then he sits it upright in the middle of the parking lot, and stares at it. For two minutes, at least. Then walks away. Then comes back to stare at a bit. Weird. Needless to say, I did not exit my locked (and still running) vehicle until he was long gone.</p>
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<p>Fun part: On my final stretch, I cross paths with what I assume are 15 or so Army Reservists on a group run. Definitely too old to be new recruits. I greeted them as we crossed paths. A little later, just as I'm getting near the end of the run (where I'd actually planned to stop and walk, I hear "Cmon baby!" (and some other words I didn't catch) from behind. They weren't spoken to me, but from the leader of the reservists group. They'd turned around and were now a little ways behind me... but closing quickly. So, what's a girl to do but to kick it in high gear? I didn't give everything I had, as.. well.. what fun would there be if I'd collapsed from exhaustion in front of them all? That would be pretty embarrassing!) Nonetheless, I figured since we were mostly in the same age range, I might as well have some fun for a few blocks, and turned on what little bit of speed I"m capable of

Ironically just as I finally threw in the towel and started walking, so did they, not 20 feet behind me. I thanked them for the little push, and went along my merry way.

(and was secretly glad I was wearing a more flattering running skirt than my usual shorts today) /snicker)</p>