Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispĂ©d and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Gasp!

Went for a 4-mile 5k that accidentally became 4.53 miles in 45 minutes 'cause it was good music in the 'phones. Yeah, I get distracted easily. I don't know why they call it "catching breath" because all I'm doing is heavy breathing!



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