Ahh, and then there was the Los Angeles Summer Olympics of '84. I couldn't wait to dash out my front door and run my 5 miles or as far as my size 9 Nike's would take me. This week as I watch the amazing running competitions, I'm happy to be able to saunter out the door to walk my dog. Yes, time marches on and I'm happy to be alive and watching the Olympics with you, Julie. Run on!
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