Notes
I gave up trying to keep my feet dry about a mile in. Splashing in puddles is fun!
"Proud Shame," an original poem
She hung the medal there upon the hook
The sight reminds her that eighth place belongs
Behind, in past adventures, not today
Her goals are greater now, she claims each day
The kitten's gone, the cat has come to play.
I need to get off of RunningAhead and do my homework wow