October 2, 2008

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Tonight I'm dreaming of the owl trail that runs along Marin's pacific coastline. The sun threatened to set before I finished my mileage, I raced along the grassy dirt path. Clearing my head after teaching, running is the quintessential remedy for furrowed brows, achy muscles, and general dullness. It sounds counter intuitive, but ask any of my friends, or better yet, ask my family, and they will vouch for me: I am a better person after I break a sweat.

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