I was supposed to run a 5k race this morning but plantar fasciitis flared up a couple weeks ago and I've been hobbling. Since there was no way I'd make it through the 5k I ran the 1 mile race with my granddaughter. Like an old dog chasing, as soon as they fired the gun I forgot about everything and wanted to run; we were working our way through the pack and turning back instead of pushing on was pretty hard but I know my foot will be grateful.

The little bugger tried to out kick me at the finish...but not this year.

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What would Porter Rockwell do?