An inconsistent record of our attempt to live long enough to make it to the Singularity by Mike Ray.
Saturday morning I ran a mile in the morning, because Saturday evening I was the officiant at one of my best friend's weddings and, as expected, we ate a ton of food all evening.
The run felt easy, the wedding went well, and the food was great.
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