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Thursday, July 28, 2011. A month ago I ran, and finished, my first half marathon. I crossed the finish line in 2 and a half hours. I have not written about it or blogged about it since.
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A blog about fat loss, weight training, dieting, physique competition prep and figure competition.CONTENT
This web page hardcoremotheroffour.blogspot.com states the following, "A blog about fat loss and fitness, written by a mother of four with over 25 years of experience in the fitness industry working as a group fitness instructor, personal trainer and fitness presenter." We saw that the webpage said " Thursday, November 7, 2013." It also said " I cant believe its been three months since I posted. Incline dumbbell chest press 4X8-10. Flat bench dumbbell flys 4X15. Hanging row best back exercise you can do 4X10-15."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
Saturday, June 20, 2009. He also asks that Solo pick him up 2 weeks later, where he will be given several more dollars, then to be driven to the mountains, and left there.
Sunday, May 16, 2010. Love It Or Leave It. Clearview;Love It Or Leave It;2009. Da Lex;Live At Le Cube;2009. Bursts Of Rage At The Speed Of Hate. Spoonful Of Vicodin;Bursts Of Rage At The Speed Of Hate;2009. A Product Of Six Cents Ii. VA;A Product Of Six Cents Ii;2009. Nacimos Sin Derecho A Vivir Cdr. Escapando De La Rutina Cdr.
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Thursday, August 27, 2015. The long, black, cracked tongue of static highway races out to the heart of a starless horizon. Phantoms of heat writhe in ecstasy at the unattainable distance as the miles melt away. As my American engine warps time out through the emptiness, raw in the cephalic heat. Speed, holding whole my wicked soul as I seek shelter from. Across the western twilight sky, storm clouds gather to swallow the vast magenta tide of dusk. So, I stand on the gas and rush out, mad, to meet the rain.