When is run not a run?

When it’s a swim.

This week we traded running shoes for either bare feet or very wet running shoes, as we swam, waded, splashed, dived, bombied, annoyed small children in Bilgoman swimming pool. It was the 1700th run, and here is a photo to prove it:

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I ate three hamburgers.
On On,
El Keeno

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