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Finished up season 2 of Little Britain and now feel thoroughly sullied, psychologically. Had a good 10 mile marathon effort run yesterday afternoon in freezing drizzle and otherwise adverse conditions. Can't complain as the hamstring actually felt much better than it has lately. My legs have been a little beat lately. I had a pretty solid 20+ miler on Monday afternoon, with my mom along on the bike. It was a really nice day and I ran fairly steady the whole time with a hard mile in the middle to lose a friendly canine before he got too far out of his territory. Also, watched the second half of the Man U- Everton replay yesterday, watching Portugal's most flamboyant and gelled footballer score 2 goals. Heading to Long Beach early tomrrow and possibly a run up in the hills above Malibu. It should be a very exciting trip with a foray north through Jokin's stomping grounds, Modesto, Napa, and Rio Nido. Today, I will bring attention to the city of Norman's outdated and completely non-functional bike network. I have commuted by bike to work, school, and everywhere in between in this city and feel that the bicycle "routes" are dangerous and worthless, in most occasions not even including a shoulder on the road. We can do better.

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Unknown said…
that is a pretty embarrassing bike plan. i'm not even sure what i was reading. i did like how they broke down the "bike jargon." at least the city planners could tell you what a "bike route" is. too bad they can't actually create one.
December 29, 2007 at 12:09 PM
Unknown said…
Thank you Jokin, having just visited your hometown of Santa Rosa, California I can only hope Norman might use that city as an example.
January 9, 2008 at 2:27 PM
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