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Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
August 13, 2005

Kilometer

I read an article about the medicinal properties of crocodile blood today. Looks like I owe Manolo another two dollar bill. To make a long story short he has sung those praises more times than Kenny Rogers has done Lucille. I am currently trying on different pairs of running shoes to find one that will take me through the next seven months and through to the finish line of the marathon. I am down to three, but the M587MVs are in the front of the pack. Not a bad looking shoe either, but I want to focus on performance not aesthetics. Last time I got enchanted by looks I ended up with a wood chipper that couldn't break up coffee beans let alone a stubborn piece of oak. I'll avoid the sirens if I can. Til tomorrow.