As I was stumbling grumbling along over the snow-covered lumpy bumpy ice in my yaktrax (while Taz ran happily ahead), I was thinking to myself "gyah this is sucky running." Then I thought "sucky" doesn't begin to describe how bad the running is right now in snowy icy frigid Boulder and tried to come up with a better descriptor. Then I spotted the lone goose out in the middle of the field. And I amended the thought to myself "at least I'm not spending the day barefoot in a field standing on one leg." So much for
that pity party!
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