i sit here doing some work... reminiscing this a.m. if i may on how much i truly love the bubble. nay, not for the high caliber facilities, not for the world-class track, the 5/8 of a football field, the finely constructed wall in the middle of the building or the first-rate, top-notch pole-vaulting complex. no, it is not for any of these things alone... it is for the nostalgia of what has transpired under that formidably-fastened roof. the gestault of each cross training event available affords the 'bubble' [or 'booblay' as they say in the french track underground] a place very dear to me... that and i have now reached an ultimately new low in procrastination and wasting time...
love,
g
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maybe if you would actually work out in the bubble (the booblay, if you will), your butt wouldn't look like that of which you speak so fondly.
procrastinaters unite!!!! today...tomorrow....the next day....maybe.
procrastinaters unite!!!! today...tomorrow....the next day....maybe.
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