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These are the shoes that will (hopefully) be carrying me across the finish line at the Lincoln Park Run For The Zoo in June. I've been using the C25K program, you know, because I've never run a 5K in my life, or been that much of a runner, and so far so good. I started the program just after the new year. Was dying for a week so couldn't run and then had to start all over again in February. I missed more days than I should have (up to missing an entire week and a half this month), but finally got back into the swing of things this week. In fact, I hit a milestone by completing 2 miles just the other day. WHAT!?! It was ridiculous, but after a full 20 minute run, I think that I'll be in good shape for completing the race this summer.

"You know, I wrote a story about these roses once." He looked down at the bouquet in his hands. "They couldn't have been these roses," he assured her. "These are special roses." His confidence intrigued her and she couldn't help herself but smile as she traced one of the flowers with her finger. " Special ," she said, echoing his words. "They'll never lie to you." She laughed warmly at the notion. "Nature's too pure to lie," she told him. "Your last ones did." She turned her head up to look at him, silently questioning how he could comment on things from so long past. "Go ahead," his voice was unfaltering, "ask them anything." The words to the childhood game filled her mind but she pushed them back, unwilling to ask in his presence. "Later," she said, taking the bouquet in her hands. "For now there are more important matters at hand."

....Now go school yourself in who he is. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casimir_Pulaski

A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when the weeds begin to grow It's like a garden full of snow And when the snow begins to fall It's like a bird upon the wall And when the bird away does fly It's like an eagle in the sky And when the sky begins to roar It's like a lion at the door And when the door begins to crack It's like a stick across your back And when your back begins to smart It's like a penknife in your heart And when your heart begins to bleed You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.

<---- I think that this simple PostSecret I captured years ago from the site says it all. Happy Valentine's Day.

I'm in; are you? United Run for the Zoo 2012