“We’ve got these chains that hang around our necks,
people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same,
when temptation calls, we just look away.

This name is the hairshirt I wear,
and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me,
be with me tonight,
I know that it isn’t right, but be with me tonight.” -Barenaked Ladies, ‘What a Good Boy”

Wanted to do something challenging this morning, so we ran up Curt’s Lane, Ally Alley, Holy Cross, and then straight down Tabby. 5.5 miles. Fun.

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My derp facephoto 3 (1) photo 2 photo 1A rock obstacle that people have ridden around instead of up. Pretty lame. This sign is at both ends of Holy Cross: