The term "Caterpillar run" brought back some old memories, which I shared with the group. Now I'll share it with you.
In college I thought of "the worm" (you know, the dance move) as the caterpillar, which physiologically makes more sense to me. I still have a piece of scar tissue that disrupts my feeble whisker growth on the right side of the mental protuberance of my inferior maxillary bone. I picked up this scar when I dropped a tequila induced caterpillar on a group of unsuspecting house guests when "The Humpty Dance" came on the sound system at one of my parties
I put on a lot of miles for me today, between 17 and 18, at least half at a reasonably hard effort. It felt great, and now food and wine taste great.

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