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What a strange morning.  You know that feeling when you wake up, and everything is the same.  Nothing in particular is different, yet everything feels different.  I can't describe it.  Like a dream your having problems shaking. I know it is always an intense dream when I start talking in my sleep.

Anyways, it is an absolutely beautiful day in KC today.  50 degree weather.  Sunny.  The drive to work was so peaceful.  Except the fact that I wasn't sure if I was going to make it before I ran out of gas.  

I have no idea what the weekend has in store for us.  I don't have my buddy until Tuesday, so it is kinda an extended weekend for me.  Ian took today off, so he too is rocking a 3 day weekend.  At some point, I would like to take Haley to the park and try to enjoy some of this weather.  Might be a good weekend to start running again.  

I need to start something.  I am majorly missing the gym and the girls I use to run with.  I quit my membership when we moved because the YMCA Express a couple miles away just isn't the same.  I am hoping when we move back to the area this summer, I can start my membership back up again.  We will see.  But besides basketball, I have been seriously lazy and need to find a way to start blowing off steam.  I found a 5K that I am really interested in.  It maybe a good way to get me motivated again.  It is just a matter of doing it. 

Well, sorry, that is about all I have for today.  Kinda been a boring person recently.  I hope everyone has a fabulous weekend!  

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