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Keep ya head up

I noticed that when I run I have a tendency to run with my head down....gazing the ground.

Part of me doesn't wanna know how close the next "checkpoint" is.

That, and I am afraid of a misstep and smashing my face on the pavement.  But I wear a ball cap when I run - I know from experience that the lid can save your life....and your teeth.

But this morning as I ran and fumbled with my damn headphones again, I picked my head up and fixed my gaze forward. Each checkpoint seemed to approach faster and made me mindful of my pace as well as gave me a goal to focus on.

Running the sauna, I mean Ocean Parkway, seemed a little more enjoyable this morning. Of course it helps that it's now bright as noon at 5.30am. It made me wanna keep my head up and enjoy the view.

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