Apparently a jazz term. Not sure I'd name my eatery moldy anything even if that holds water.
Been a longish day. A two and a half hour drive. Eight hours at the grind stone. Oh, and a not so speedy speed session to finish - although I only managed four reps before I was discombobulated. From tiny acorns grow mighty oaks, as my Nepalese guru would undoubtedly say.
After a tiring day, away from home, I'm just pleased my rekindled desire to recapture my running form won the battle over lethargy...
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