After Tang's own version of "Eat, Pray, Love" (or what I assume was the plot of the movie) through Brussels, Amsterdam, Antwerp, Portland, NYC, Baltimore, DC, and a Boston Music Festival (which a half marathon that was half assed was wedged in the middle, stuck in second wave of runners hell, full of high fives from Boston's finest, kids in super hero costumes, a playlist full of Run the Jewels, St. Vincent, Beck, Tame Impala's "Elephant" for the last mile"), the movie poster (theoretically) failed to mention a two month Epicurean sabbatical would result in slower run times.
Still with me?
So a chance to redeem myself of course would happen after an 8 day roll out of a new system at work that was SAVAGE. Thank God the race as at 9:30, so I could mosey to the T
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