Prompt: The sun is hidden behind the fog and nothing is visible. Drops of dew fall from the trees. The leaves fall off and rustle pleasantly underfoot. The janitor sweeps them up, the new sneakers handle the trails well. Spike 4 mm. This is good. I flew somewhere into the park under the leaves and jumped out through the fog to a floating traffic jam.
Prompt: There is never flooding in the morning, just mud. And I found myself in a maze of asphalt machines and ran through the cabin of an asphalt paving machine. The leaves are rustling underfoot, and the dudes are standing near the South.
Prompt: Put on a new combat vehicle. And in an armored personnel carrier he went circling through the autumn streets. Mini trails are already being climbed successfully. Their diversity will be what makes them beautiful. Trading in red ingots has been going on since the morning, a blade remains from the tree.
Prompt: Autumn in colors. The leaves are fiery orange, almost golden. How to get coins. And it’s so warm outside, as if under a blanket. The path passes by markets and stalls and everything is fine. Only the clock is faulty today.
Prompt: In short, we are returning to life after the powerful runs of last Sunday. We ran merrily and in a large group through the familiar golden park.
Prompt: Light rain drips down my leaky boots. People walk around smelling delicious, the path passes through the yellow plumage of leaves. An elderly dog is walking on the path. An eco-hunter collects jars; the sun is not visible today.
Prompt: Yellow leaves and green leaves, as well as red leaves. All this is lush autumn, red autumn. Deep puddles need to be cleared out, so you slow down. You make tracks in the mud, and occasionally the next one follows.
Prompt: I came back, yesterday I thought I was going to die. But I, a tenacious creature, got up and began to move. This morning I thought I wouldn’t get up, but I didn’t get up and started running through the park. 6 the road left good emotional souvenirs
Prompt: Tomorrow we already have 7 Roads in large steppes, small towns and on the Tops of mountains and various bridges, as well as forests. Light warm-up before tomorrow's 35km run.
Prompt: We ran with Satan. He had just brought his ghost spirits, and it was fun flying with them in this fog. Some girl walking along the path said good morning to me, so I drew a snake on the path and went out through the forest, straight to the truck unloading the parcel.
Prompt: Fine, very fine rain falls everywhere. Getting ready for a dirty Sunday. Along the way, I ran along a trail path through the bushes, under the brutal eyes of neighbors on the first floors of houses. I jumped out under the canopy of the house and found myself at the start with wet feet.
Prompt: The wind flared up, the sun went out. Small droplets went and ordered me, at the same time washing the asphalt in the Gardens of Babylon. The engine is ahead. A series of autumn weddings for dogs. The bride and groom, best man and mother-in-law are all hanging out together. The tread of an ancient car track is visible on the ground. The slaves' fires are burning out.
Prompt: Conducted filming for the channel, created a video about how I run on this map. It was foggy and it was fun. Once again, “bonfires of slaves” were burning near the gymnasium.
Prompt: Today we went for a run. With Georgiy and Egor and with Katya and Ivar. It turned out to be a vigorous joint, but in a spoon you can see. Someone smoked so heavily that it burned the sofa. There was a slight smell of burning and soot.
Prompt: Rowan bonfires are burning, as many as 2 bonfires with foliage. Sometimes it rains. A pile of metal was once again brought in for delivery. The black truck is trying to find its place. The metal structure has fallen and the rumble is heard everywhere. The smoke from the plant's chimneys smells like porridge, buckwheat.
Prompt: Birds sing songs in autumn gardens. Fragments of pebbles fly under their feet, and Ferrari and others are in a hurry very quickly, almost knocking down anyone in their path. A beautiful dawn shines in the eyes, and far away in the steppe in the clearings there is a haze. Promising warmth.
Prompt: Cold paths, autumn days lead to dry places. On asphalt and sofas that are brand new. The bushes begin to turn yellow, and the cold times in the form of heavy morning days come very quickly. There are heavy thoughts in my head, but the movement does not revive much
Prompt: Many paths were flooded with rain. In the steppe, everything was absorbed, but here everywhere is asphalt. Of course, you need to move carefully, but it's difficult to make puddles. However, you can wiggle a couple of laps, and then stand in a traffic jam of rain and wade a puddle along the calf, so to speak. The house was built.
Prompt: Well, here it is the official school morning. Gnawing the granite of science all went to different language. The leaves are already turning yellow, and the mood is autumn. It became somehow more crowded in the city, as if after 3 months everyone decided to return to the empty cities. These are the autumn seasons.
Prompt: Failure in the clock - again, not synchronized. But we run. Today is a holiday and a girl with bows. The boys are in costumes, and if the boy is small and goes to the garden, then he dresses like a VIP-person in a case. Everyone is running somewhere, and the taxi driver is here and there.
Prompt: The last day of summer decided to meet hot. Although a very strong wind was blowing around, especially outside the city. But on the other hand, they brought a new batch of Toyotas on an auto transporter. Near the metal warehouse there is a line of cars. A lot of oil was brought by fuel trucks to the plant. Dogs are domestic goats, and dogs are wild kind people. Somewhere in the depths of the earth they dug up the coffin of King Leonidas.
Prompt: Life is like this: the wind blows, you run. The sun is shining, run. The clouds are coming, you run too. Running like Rambo through the obstacles put up by Karaganda Su, run away from the dogs knowing that they are pussies and will not cross the road.
Prompt: Error, sync failure. Sorry, something didn't register. Everything is in the memory of hours and time. The wind pours branches of yellow leaves. And everything is moving forward.
Prompt: Cheerful run, with Katya and a baby trucker. Alexei and a group of Spartans were playing volleyball. Fan Aleksey took a picture, and the leaves on the trees crumbled.
Prompt: And where I am there is metal. Two trucks of metal, 40,000 kg each, went to the base. You get two trucks and you get bucks. From this truck flew away, a metal stand for dishes. Good swag, you can rent. The rain drizzled everywhere and showered everything around with drops. But not enough. The paving stones were disassembled. All disassembled. All covid construction sites are being dismantled and rebuilt.
Prompt: Smells like herbs in the morning, great. I noticed that the concrete sarcophagi are crooked and one of them can collapse on me, for example. The biker rushed somewhere forward, the pink tent stands in the green forest. At the end it rained on me.
Prompt: Yesterday there was a moral recovery, today a physical one. While the days are warm, you need to run in shorts. Broom marks, already the first signs of September roll into the general atmosphere.
Prompt: Lightly ran before what will happen tomorrow. The communal trail has become much tougher. For some, it will be beautiful later, but for me there are still obstacles. Well, tomorrow you have to run 10 times more and plus 4 km.
Prompt: Couldn't sync weird. OK. I flew in the cool, while on a high and ended up in calm places where life is seething with a storm of events. Everything is moving, everything is in a hurry to live
Prompt: We've had a great rain here and the mud is worth a communal paradise for trail lovers. Sheepdogs on chains, pocket dogs on chains, only a yard dog will not devour me, she is kind. Round dances in the morning lead under Kyzyl Uryuk.
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