There's not a whole hell of a lot to say about the ride back except the very beginning. Whilst passing the human-made chain rope-off (yeah, that makes sense) you could smell the hot street pretzels that were probably just a bit too crispy but worth the dollar fifty. Then a bus that had picked up its passengers on the left started up and kicked all this dirty air into the wind. So much for the pretzel fantasy.
I ran today during lunch and will swim tonight.
Thank you for reading.
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