06-03-2019, 01:34 AM
I ran track in 9th grade on an old cinder track. At the end of my leg of the 220 relays I tripped at full speed and my shoulder got ripped up by those cinders..I still have what looks like an attempted tattoo there to this day.. Don't tell me running fast isn't dangerous!
In the immortal words of my old man, "Wait'll you get to be my age!"
Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse, but the one comfort we have is Cincinnati sounds worse. ~Oliver Wendal Holmes Sr.
Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse, but the one comfort we have is Cincinnati sounds worse. ~Oliver Wendal Holmes Sr.