Warm February day today, and though I was a little logy from pub night at The Grove last night (which was wonderful—great beer, great wings, and excellent 2/3s of a cheesesteak) and the culmination at Pino's (which was the usual: understaffed, the skinny grad school girl trying to serve the entire bar, totally frantic, the music too loud, etc.) I was able to get my ten minutes of backward walking in, with Cunningham and Stacey, out on the turf—we've been walking backward in the hall, on the fields, and on the turf—all in the hopes that our knees will become limber and bulletproof.
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