by As I slowly get caught up on stuff I should have posted days ago, I thought I’d offer one brief glimpse into the traditions of the Fraternal Order of the Groundhog:
I’m not sure what it is with me and exposing my naked flesh to the winter, but there you go…
Uncle Crappy 
No cold feet when it comes to the barefoot run!
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parts of the run seemed like blair witch…until your pants began to fall down.
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And then, it seemed so much worse than the Blair Witch Project.
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