M. and I walked over to this pita place thinking it would be a way to access vegetables. Kinda sorta the case, but mostly it was more like getting wraps at a fast food place. They had one of those seven zillion choices soda machines, all digital and confusing, I went with Diet Fanta Orange because why not. M. got a salad. We sat and ate and talked about training, mostly, half marathon and triathalon. Can you even believe that.

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