This morning Erica woke me up with “Wow, do you know what time it is?” It was almost 1pm - thank god, we needed it. We turned on our Irish cell phone to find several texts from Donal, asking when we were going to go workout and run around “the pitch!” The what? The “pitch,’ is the “field.” We were shocked that he still wanted to, considering the form he was in the night before. However, when we knocked on his door only 20 minutes later, he had already eaten a grease filled Irish breakfast and was ready to workout. I told him I wanted to go on a run, and asked if I’d be safe simply running along the roads and rolling hills. He pointed me to a loop I could run, that would take
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