post call run on a cushion of freshly fallen snow. Lovely. Garmin died. Likely 8:25 pace. Do I exist outside of the boundries I set on myown consciousness?
like it...yes I am now sure that my body is packed away in the garage somewhere hooked up to a feeding tube and plugged into this reality. I need to earn some spending credits to upgrade this lowly avatar to one with mad running skill
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