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BRK 2015: Invest In Yourself 5k Race Recap

Woohoo!  First, and possibly only race of 2015 on the books!


Berkshire Hathaway owns Brooks Running.  When I learned this fact probably four years ago, I was deeply pleased because all of my running shoes are Brooks.  I think the shoes are high quality, and over the course of what is now five years, I’ve probably burned through 20 or so pairs.  It feels a lot better to shell out that amount of cash when you know it is going back to the company.

ANYWAY.  Brooks evangelism aside there was this race, the Brooks Running Invest In Yourself 5k, as yet another part of Berkshire Hathaway weekend.  It is way nicer than any other 5k you’ll run at the price point of $35.  There was this fancy start line.

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As I’m sure you can see, there were also Brooks technical tees for the participant shirts – this is the only race on earth where everyone wears the shirt to the start line.  I do not run in t-shirts and these were unisex so I got mine in Marcus’ size.

There were two water stops.

And these ridiculous medals.


My finishing time, as promised, was not a PR but it was 26:53.  That is not too bad!

Before Berkshire weekend, I told Mom and Dad that I didn’t think I would see any Berkshire CEOs up close until race day and of those, I specifically felt that I would see Todd Combs and Ted Weschler.  Well.  As I was running past the 3 mile marker, I saw a man wearing the #2 bib clapping on the left side of the course, cheering for those of us who were finishing after him.  I raised my hand and said “thank you” because as we all know, post-race spectating is somewhat thankless.  He smiled and waved back.  I remembered his number because #2 is a really low bib number to have and usually the elites are the runners wearing the low numbers.  I made a mental note to look #2 up when the race results were posted.  As luck would have it, #2 was Ted Weschler.  Par for the course.


Medtronic Twin Cities 10 Mile Recap


Today’s race was excellent.  The highs were so high and the lows were so low.

This race started as all of the others do.  The night before with a festive meal.  Yom Kippur consumed the two days immediately prior to the race.  I’m sure you can all imagine how that was unusual.  Saturday night was actually break-fast (I didn’t fast this year) so I brought my meal of choice with me!  I downed: one order of chicken tikka masala, one order of peshwari naan, two vegetable samosas.  It was delicious and effective.  Truly, if you are not on the pre-race Indian/African train, you need to be.

Traditionally, the starting area of the race has been staged at the Metrodome, which was wonderful because October mornings can be chilly and the stadium had climate control, ample/non-porta potty bathrooms, etc.  Since the Metrodome is gone and the Vikings Stadium is under construction, all of the pre-race staging was done outside.  This was…fine.  It was chilly (36 degrees) so I wore a toss sweatshirt and gloves and I brought a heat sheet with me as well to wrap my legs.  This was inspired.

The start of the race was pretty uneventful.  A marathoner sang the national anthem with some whimsical touches and then we were off.  I was in Corral 2, so we were released six minutes after Corral 1.

When we ran out of the city and down to the river, the sight of the sunrise over the river was so incredible that I involuntarily sobbed.  It was hidden by all of the buildings downtown and it was hot pink waves against a gray sky that was so striking.  I usually have “an emotional moment” at some point during my races, so I suppose that this one was no different.

Sobs aside, my first mile was 7:38.  I was so surprised I had to double-check my watch because I thought perhaps I had mis-read it.  I had not.  My goal for the race was to run faster than 9:00 minutes per mile, but that was not the sustainable pace I was searching for.  Did I mention that this was also quite possibly my most inconsistently paced race of all-time.

All of the rain this summer caused a mudslide on a hill directly adjacent to the course (and alongside the river) and thus the course had to be re-routed to deal with this.  The solution was to instead push the runners through the East Bank of the University of Minnesota campus.  On one hand, I appreciated that because I am an alumna, but it also added probably a half-mile of heavy climbing to an already hill-heavy course.  That was not so great.

Where nutrition is concerned, the functional part of eating Oreos on the run worked – I was fueled.  The practical part failed me.  I had not practiced eating them outside in cold weather and thus the crumb-snot mix proved nearly suffocating.   I would/would not recommend this practice.

At Mile 9, I felt some serious pressure around my right knee, but nothing that was serious enough to compel me to walk.  I did stick to my “pace” instead of sprinting outright through the finish, but I think tomorrow I will have a better understanding of whether or not I made the right choice there.

My finishing time was 1:28:16 for an 8:50/mile pace. 

I am so proud.  I really wanted to bring in a time with a sub-9:00 mile average and I did.  I know it didn’t happen by accident.  I know I trained hard for it.  But still, on race day, anything can happen.  Marcus, as usual was a total champion.  He woke up at 5:20 AM to take me to the start line, he cheered for me at Mile 3.  He parked the car up Summit Avenue and he met me at the finish line.  He is the best support squad I could ask for.

Get Lucky 7k Race Recap

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On Saturday, I ran the Team Ortho Get Lucky 7k with Lindsey, Katie and Dori.

For those of you who do not remember, Lindsey ran my first 5k next to me.  Last year, she did her first sprint triathlon and I told her that something that was important to me was that we have the chance to race together again.  When she suggested this race, I was all-in.

My mother-in-law is a saint and volunteers in the medical tent for their races quite frequently.  As a result of this, she had free race credits to use and she shared them with me.  Because running stops being the cheapest sport when you start racing with any amount of frequency and/or going to physical therapy.

After hearing reports from last year about how it took 45 minutes to get all of the runners across the start line, we made the executive decision to join-up with the 7:00 – 8:00 minute/mile corral.  We may have made a different decision had it been warmer outside (it was 20 degrees) but I am 100% positive that half of our fellow corral-mates were similarly situated.

As for the actual race, I had no real goals.  Lindsey and I ran together for the first 1.5k and I felt like I was hitting paces that were really comfortable.   It was going just swimmingly until the 5k. At the 5k mark, I got hit with a horrible abdominal (muscle) cramp.  I tried stretching while walking.  I tried run-walking.  The thing did not go away until I pulled off the race course and onto a sidewalk to do Cobra pose.

It was not ideal (I was extremely frustrated).  Based on the kilometer splits I was running for the first 5k versus the last 2k, I added 3 minutes onto my time.

Finish time = 41:10

That being said, I really have nothing to complain about when I look at my final time.  I’ve only run outside four times since last November.  I’ll live to fight another day.

What we were really running toward was brunch at Moose & Sadie’s.

We all ordered Huevos Rancheros. It was something akin to A Movement.


It was Lindsey’s first time trying them, which in my opinion is a Very Important Thing.  They essentially form the base of my brunch food pyramid as do all other Tex-Mex-inspired dishes. All in all, not a bad way to wrap up the morning.

Reverb 13 | Prompt 7 | Victory Lap (Imperial Hills Thanksgiving Day 5k Race Recap)

#reverb13 is a prompt-a-day series for the month of December that is meant to give us all the chance to reflect on 2013 and the opportunity to write down our hopes and dreams for the coming year. Through December 31st Meredith, Sarah and I will be posting each day with a new prompt. Join us by writing, or join us by reading. No matter what you choose, come with us.

Victory Laps: What was your biggest accomplishment this year?

I know that today, I’m supposed to unpack the personal victories of the year.  The things I metaphorically Overcame.

Anyway, I’m super overdue on a race recap for the 5k I ran on Thanksgiving Day and so I decided that I would do that here instead.


Last year, when I ran the Imperial Hills Thanksgiving Day 5k, I was joined by Billy and Brian.  It was like 60 degrees and I ran in a tank top.  This year it was pretty much freezing.  I didn’t wear all of my running clothes (though I came close).


Billy was in Texas.  Brian was downtown running the Lifetime Turkey Trot with his mother.  So I was on my own. With our neighbors.  And every Goldendoodle in the neighborhood.  Seriously that is apparently the only kind of dog that people own in 2013.


The race is a food drive, so the “entry fee” is actually canned food items for our local food shelf, Interfaith Outreach.


I brought canned tuna.  For some reason, at one point or another, I decided that it was something we needed to have in our pantry.  Reality check: Marcus and I NEVER eat canned tuna.  Ever.  I think we have eaten it a grand total of one time together since we started dating.


The actual race itself was not particularly dramatic.  We ran two laps around the neighborhood and since there were so many twists and turns, it was primarily an exercise in running tangents.

It was not my fastest 5k – my finish time was 29:04.

But, despite all of this, I was the first adult female to cross the finish line.  I know that I will absolutely never cross another finish line first again, be it chalk on asphalt or a proper tape.

So that was sort of a festive victory lap in its own way.

Medtronic Twin Cities 10 Mile Race Recap

Race Day 014 Yesterday was…Antsy.

I had no appetite (I rallied and ate, but everything tasted the exact same) and I slept abysmally on Saturday night. This is unusual for me before ANY race, much less one I have run before.  But as much as the Medtronic Twin Cities 10 Mile was a way for me to give it a rest and heal, it was also my first chance in two years to Race Intentionally.

For context: When I ran the race in 2010, I had yet to try fueling while running.  We have come a long way, people.  We have come a long way.

S0 I didn’t feel that there were any acceptable reasons not to post a Big Number.  I had already determined that if I had an average run I would end up pulling 3-5 minutes off of my time.  I knew that if I had an Exceptional run, if I could just have one of Those Days where the pavement becomes liquid beneath your feet and you feel as though you have wings, I would be able to hit somewhere near 1:30:00.

And so I flew.  Finishing in 1:30:10 with a 8:26 PR.

Pre-race was The Usual.

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Marcus was more than a little bit curious about why I had to draw A Wing on my foot.  Wings are a bit of A Motif lately, and like most anything else that goes on my body pre-run, it was The Right Idea.

Also, if anyone knows how to properly end a wing (or has an artistically inclined child who is willing to contribute), please let me know.

I put on the one race outfit I’ve found to be a keeper over the past God only knows how many half-marathons and marathons.

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It matches nothing but it is deeply effective.  Doesn’t rub.  Is appropriately warm.  Easy to spot.

Ate some oatmeal.  Drank some coffee.

You know.  The routine.

Since Dannon lives out near us, we headed down together and set-up camp at the Metrodome.  We had similar race goals and were in the same corral, so we agreed to stick together until one of us had to drop the other.

At some point in the last 24 hours, Shauncey and I managed to put 2 and 2 together and established that we were both running, so we made plans to catch-up pre-race as well.

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Her arm warmers are knee socks from Target with the toes clipped, FYI.  I feel like this will drastically improve my toss-arm warmers game in future years.

6:35 AM – We begin our escape of the Metrodome so that Dannon and Shauncey can hit the bag drop and we can get corralled.

I notice that if you are running the 10 Mile and have finished a marathon, you are supposed to wear that shirt.  My bad.

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I think we can all agree that the reflective strips on this jacket are RIDICULOUS.  My arm doesn’t even look like it is attached to my body.

6:45 AM –  Dannon and I make our way up to the front of Corral 2 because traffic in this race is seriously the worst and we want nothing to do with it.

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7:01 AM – Corral 1 has been released.  We get lead into the starting chute.  The 100 or so people in front of us step on the timing mat even though we will not be released for another minute or two.

Mile 1 – The strategy works.  There is no traffic, which is  victory all its own.  We hit the first marker in 8:47 which is…fast.  But it feels good.

Mile 2 – We pass this marker in 8:54.  Better.  As we continue to run along the Mississippi river, steam rises off of the water.  The rising sun’s reflection on the Weisman Museum reminds me of my early morning run past the Guggenheim in Bilbao.  Brighter Than The Sun starts playing on my iPod.  It is a perfect moment.

As we make the curling climb up to the Franklin Avenue Bridge, Angie and Amy are shaking their girl thang with festive chant and dance.  It is hardcore inspiring, as these two will be headed off to Chicago in less than a week!

Mile 3 – We hit the 3 mile mark at 26:something.  Mile 3 is traditionally the place during a run where I finally find my legs.  Today is no different.  Whatever this mystery-pace is seems manageable.

I see Marcus along with Tom, Katie and Sara on the outside edge of the turn and blow some kisses.

Mile 4 – Dannon and I separate as we really start to climb.

I unwrap a Honey Stinger Waffle after the first climb and pray that I don’t choke on the thing,  I usually try to accomplish this at least once during a run.  I don’t really have a stomach for the thing (like everything else I’ve eaten in the last 24 hours) so I choke it down over the next half-mile and put that tally in the Personal Victories column.

Mile 5 – I knew that at this point I would know if I was on-track for the finish time I was hoping for – I hit the 5 Mile mats at 44:44.  I haven’t done a pace run over this distance, so I really have no clue if my legs will hold out for the rest of the race.

Mile 6 – I start to notice that some of the manhole covers on Summit Avenue actually have runners stamped on them which is apparently evoking wildly sentimental feelings.  There are runners!  On manhole covers!  On Summit Avenue!  And it’s the TCM course!

GET A GRIP.  This will continue to remain as a point of fixation until I cross the finish line.

I also start to notice that despite the weather forecast, I am WARM.  Goodbye, sleeves.

Mile 7 – 5K left to go.  The 5K mark in any race is always do-or-die time for me because I remember just How Hard finishing my first 5K was.  Knowing that I could finish that rainy, horrible race is simply…Enough.

Best news: For all practical purposes, climbing is essentially over.

Mile 8 – I think about what, exactly this mile would look like if it were Mile 24 and then I take a moment to snap out of it and appreciate the architecture that otherwise largely gets blacked out.  Summit Avenue is completely swathed in a sunny, hazy fog and the bright fall leaves popping out against the mist is to put it plainly: surreal.

Mile 9 – The last mile of the Twin Cities course, be it the 10 Mile or the Marathon, will always be where all of The Big Things happen.  It is the last mile.  It is everything I run towards.

At 9.5 I see my family.

See also: This is not the worst spot to watch from on the course.

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And no sooner have I left them than the cathedral comes out of the trees and the finish line and the Capitol building appear at the bottom of the hill.

My Happiest, Almost Too Painfully Beautiful To Look At, Only Happens Once A Year-sight.

What else is there to do but run?

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As I race towards the finish line, I can’t help but to think, I Am Doing This.  I Am Flying.

I throw my hands into the air and cross the mats.

Mile 10.

There are medals and heat sheets and loosely organized chaos as the herd of runners continues to press forward, albeit more slowly now.

Also, filed under: Life-Giving.

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I never ever thought that chicken broth would be such A Thing, but my word.  If you haven’t tried it after a long run, put it on your to-do list ASAP.  It puts sports drinks to shame.

Hands full of food, wrapped in a heat sheet with a finisher’s shirt tucked under my arm, I make my exit.

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Armed with the powerful knowledge that this is a race I will be able to walk after, we make our way back up to Summit Avenue.

It is time.

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Until next year.  365 sleeps.

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Disneyland 10k Race Recap

I feel like I should preface this by saying that I never thought I would get to run in The Happiest Place On Earth.

So I am sure that you can understand how surprised I was when I realized within a 24 hour period that not only would I get to meet Smplefy and his lovely family, but that he in an epic act of kindness would get me to the starting line of the Disneyland 10k.

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It was a humbling gift, really.  A bib.  A ride.  A race I will never forget.

Our story begins at 3:00 AM, under the canopy of the Temecula Creek Inn.  Marcus and I didn’t rent a car for the weekend so Smplefy rolled out to where we were to pick us up.  This basically qualifies him as The Patron Saint of runners.  And as Meredith will vouch as well, The Best Race Sherpa.

Exhibit A: Frozen Chocolate Birthday Cake for breakfast at 3:00 AM.

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Like I said. Best Race Sherpa.

We headed back to the city to collect the rest of the family as well as a friend who was running their first 5k (what a way to kick it off, right?) and then went straight to the park.

I want to say that the drive there took an hour or so, but there was lots of workshopping to be done.  Y’all know how it goes.

For the record, if you are not meeting people for the first time at 4:00 AM, you are not living, kittens.  Another level of sainthood: welcoming relative strangers into your home at that early hour.

So anyway, we made it to the park without a hitch.  Bibs on, hair up, ready to go.

Pro-tip: Even though they have more than enough porta potties, the parking garage bathrooms (which are significantly nicer) are also open before the race.

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They are also a great place to grab a selfie.

The 5k runners scampered off to their corrals right away, but we spent about an hour in the staging/finishers area.  When they weren’t broadcasting the start line announcements over the Jumbotron, there were cast members leading a festive dance warm-up routine, which was 100%  bat mitzvah dance in the best way.

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Dance snap c/o Smplefy.

Disappointingly for all of us, I completely failed to get a snap of the Peter Pan who was really giving it his all.

The 5k began at 5:45 AM and as soon as they had cleared out the corrals for that race, they brought the 10k runners into the corrals for a 6:15 AM start.

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I was in Corral F and I would say that we got going about 20 minutes after Corral A was released.  The Corral Police didn’t seem to be particularly passionate enforcers, so I am willing to bet that you could probably swap corrals without an issue if your heart was set on it.

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The first two miles of the race take place on the streets of Anaheim and then you run into the park.  I saw Smplefy, Marcus and The Daughter right around the Mile 2 marker – this was perfect because it was a really easy place to spot them and I was able to collect a new water bottle.  I can honestly say that I do not think I have EVER sweat as much as I did during this race.

And once we got into the park, I had to start snapping photos like mad.

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If you know anything about Disney Races, it’s that there are photo stops throughout the course with cast members who are ready to take your picture with the characters.  And if you didn’t know that about Disney Races, now you do.  🙂

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I ended up specifically stopping for the Monsters University gang, and Daisy Duck.  I did not stop for Chip n’ Dale, Woody and Annie, the Red Queen, Alice or The White Rabbit.

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There were also hundreds of cast members throughout the course who were there to cheer on the runners or conveniently, snap your picture if you saw something you wanted a photo of/with that was not a designated “stop.”

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Running through Sleeping Beauty Castle was easily the high point of the race.

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And, how could it not be?

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From there, it was really a jaunt to the finish line.  I wasn’t running this race for time, but at this point it would be helpful to point out that logistically you could be waiting at a character stop for up to 10 minutes to get your snap.  Also, fair warning, be prepared to weave. But you’ll be laughing while you do it because the costumes are just darling.

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UOT: 1:18:49.

Coming through the chute, every runner was given a snack box, a banana and water/Powerade.  I absolutely love the snack box idea because no one can ever possibly carry the amount of food they are hoping to eat post-race.  That being said, I am EXTREMELY thankful that Marcus brought me a Wetzel Pretzel because what I actually wanted at that particular moment in time was something salty.

Jalapeno Cheese with mustard to dip to the rescue.

Post-race, we really high-tailed it because Marcus and I had a wedding to get ready for (seriously, this was basically a military operation in its precision), but I made sure to take one proper medal snap.

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Gorgeous medal for a gorgeous race.

Crosslake Dam Run 10k Race Recap

To summarize an extremely long story of how this all came to be: I was supposed to run the Get In Gear 10k (my first ever) in April, but my tendonitis was back with a vengeance.  Some girlfriends who were meant to come into town for the Minnesota Half Marathon could not, so I went Up North to the cabin instead.

Not a bad deal, people.  Not a bad deal.

When I run at the cabin, I run in town for a host of reasons, largest of them being the fact that Dru Sjodin is buried about a half mile away from our cabin and if that’s not a terrible reminder of the bad shit that can happen to women, I do not know what is.

So anyway, Mom and I drove into town together because she was going to hit the pool and swim while I was doing my long run.  As we made the turn toward the hotel-turned-townie pool club, we saw handmade signs advertising a 5k/10k.

And as we pulled into the parking lot, we found this situation.  Hello, race course.

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I filled out my first ever race-day registration blank.

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(yes, that is still A Thing)

And grabbed my bib.

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I think we have all come to understand at this point that most all of my racing decisions are made impulsively.  Go with the flow and all that.

I spent most of the time before the race…running, but I couldn’t help myself when I saw this scene laid out in front of me.  I just want y’all to take a look at the four porta potties they made available to the 300-ish runners participating in the 5k and 10k.

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That is TWO MORE POTTIES than my corral for the Paris Marathon.  God, we were basically in the lap of luxury.

This road was our start corral.

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The actual start line was a pair of cones.

Kindly a mother and daughter from Cloquet obliged my request for a snap.  I felt like it was important to commemorate this Important Moment in my running career.

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After a bit of spoken word announcing (including directions on how to properly follow the course), we were off.

This was approximately 1.5 miles into the race.  The first mile was a loop and then we set to the rest of the course.

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And, of course, we went over the dam and the bridge crossing the Pine River, which, leads directly down to our lake.

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To summarize everything between Mile 1.5 and the end of the race: I tailed a pair of runners for the entirety of the race, which was nice because I had no real pace goal beyond running sub-10:00 minute miles.  We ran on an open road for Miles 1.5-3, which was just festive as all get out.  My legs felt bricked most of the time and they had water stops at Miles 3 and 5.

Mom asked me how long I thought it would take to finish the race, so that she could be at the finish line.  I mean, it was sort of a big day.

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I teased her more than a little bit afterward about the fact that I had tricked her in coming to yet another one of my finish lines.  But I really did look forward to seeing her there.

My final time was 57:08.

These people did not skimp on the post-run snacks either – there were bunches of bananas, too many varieties of juice and Gatorade to count and most importantly, these beauties.

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The sprinkle-a-day-diet is going strong people.  Related: If you get the chance to stop by Reed’s in Crosslake, they really do have a good thing going on where their maple-frosted donuts are concerned.  My Word.

And then, just for kicks, there was this shell I plucked up in the lake while I was actioning yet another White Trash Ice Bath.

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