161.5 on the scale. 30 minutes on the treadmill, 2.3 miles, 4.6, 100/70.
I woke up all philosophical today for some reason, and so I philosophized on the treadmill with some tunage instead of a movie.
Actually, it was a continuation of a thought pattern that started on a highly caffeinated stretch of the long road trip, about what conditions really make the good stuff happen in life. The stuff you remember. The stuff that just sort of happens the right way.
Maybe someday I'll get on a soapbox and wax poetic, but today, I'll spare you.
That's why I like road trips though. Driving heap-long distances gets me out of the weeds and into my soul.
Oooooh, deep.
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