tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post7636952440359479244..comments2024-03-21T03:56:28.972-06:00Comments on Jill Outside: Last days of innocence — day fourJill Homerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02983065990450931943noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-53111761375116253782020-04-04T22:27:59.168-06:002020-04-04T22:27:59.168-06:00I am just reading that book of yours into the nort...I am just reading that book of yours into the north wind. It's good to have your pictures. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12476859960588469207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-31624468695297888242020-04-03T11:06:38.439-06:002020-04-03T11:06:38.439-06:00Love this metaphor: "If my tired legs were th...Love this metaphor: "If my tired legs were the lion that roared throughout the day, my wrist was the kitten that whined all night."<br />The Bike Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08429787426847629210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-22587902028035539152020-04-02T21:12:01.980-06:002020-04-02T21:12:01.980-06:00So happy you made it to dinner! Good luck, Jill!So happy you made it to dinner! Good luck, Jill!JGBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04267108236326927292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-53611722787727930322020-04-02T17:19:25.646-06:002020-04-02T17:19:25.646-06:00That book! It haunts me.That book! It haunts me.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166776565191771729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18615538.post-31260852457195861842020-04-02T16:47:58.644-06:002020-04-02T16:47:58.644-06:00I never could get a hold of my stopping time. I...I never could get a hold of my stopping time. I'd try every day to walk faster, jog more, and stop less. And every day I'd still average 2 miles per hour with a lot of time stopping to change layers, fiddle with gear, get out the thermos, etc. Something to strive for?Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16456507372323855308noreply@blogger.com