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[melograna]

I went for a walkrun in the park last night (if I call it a walkrun, that's when I tell people -- like myself, so I don't flake out -- I'm going for a walk and instead I run), and I saw a baby raccoon in the fork of a tree. We made eyes at each other for a bit until a passing car startled it and it ran away. Awww. So this is why I run outdoors

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[sybness]

Eee, baby raccoon! Pandas are actually part of the raccoon family: I'm convinced this is what makes them so cute.

[melograna]

They can climb facing backward *and* forward. Neat little critters! And this one didn't even seem that afraid of me, but I suppose that's what happens when they grow up in largely residential areas.

[ris_arific]

And their paws look like little hands. So cute.

[caillecha]

I HATE running in a gym. I despise treadmills. I think that's why I avoided running for so long. It's so much better outside!

Although I haven't been able to for the past four days...stupid heat! How could you stand it?

[melograna]

Treadmills are teh suck. Running on them makes me feel like a hamster.

I was so damn hot sitting still yesterday, I figured I was going to sweat no matter what and I might as well *do something* to justify it. The key is drinking close to two liters of water afterward.

[ris_arific]

I was so damn hot sitting still yesterday, I figured I was going to sweat no matter what and I might as well *do something* to justify it.

That's how I feel too. I walked past one of those digital clock/thermometers in Brooklyn Heights this afternoon and it read 100 degrees. I thought, it's easily 95 degrees in the shade right now. I think I'll go to the un-airconditioned Kula to bend, twist, throw myself upside-down, etc. Honestly, it's more comfortable to sweat in that way than to just feel like this perspiring motionless blob.

[melograna]

I'd rather choose to sweat -- and how to sweat -- than do so passively. But I don't always feel that way.

[asher63]

Awesome!

Having just moved to the Mission District, I'm enjoying how a morning run lets me get a good look at my new neighborhood. There's so much you miss when you're just absorbed in going from Point A to Point B.

[melograna]

One of my old run routes used to take me along a canal where there were ducks. In the fall and winter, the ducks would quack at me like they were laughing. But in the spring there were baby ducks to watch grow up, and that made up for their awful parents.