I got out at lunch and did my piddly 10 minute walk followed by 35-25 for the next 20 minutes.
At work: I was thinking of Hoyt Wilhelm. I am still in the game pitching but now it's my knuckle ball and sinker that keep me going. I am not God's gift to baseball (uh...err, work). It's late innings and the sun is going down in a big red fireball to the west. The shadows are long reaching out and engulfing the outfield.
I am still "in" there.
Throwing.
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