Wakefield

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  “In some old magazine or newspaper I recollect a story, told as truth, of a man—let us call him Wakefield—who absented himself for a long time from his wife. The fact, thus abstractedly stated, is not very uncommon, nor, without a proper distinction of circumstances, to be condemned either as naughty or nonsensical. Howbeit, this, though far from the most aggravated, is perhaps the strangest instance on record of marital delinquency, and, moreover, as remarkable a freak as may be found in the whole list of human oddities. The wedded couple lived in London. The man, under pretense of going a journey, took lodgings in the next street to his own house, and there, unheard of by his wife or friends and without the shadow of a reason for such self-banishment, dwelt upward of twenty years. During that period he beheld his home every day, and frequently the forlorn Mrs. Wakefield. And after so great a gap in his matrimonial felicity—when his death was reckoned certain, his estate settled...

Run if you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must.

Ok, I've been sick since Christmas and have come to a grinding halt with all things fitness. I'm getting better though. Slowly. I just want to run again. And lift. I miss running though.


I miss doing things so intense that it becomes spiritual. If you've not exerted yourself that much, then you won't understand--but it happens. 

So when I get better, I'm starting again from zero. Kind of have to because my strength is gone. But I'll get it back. 



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