Sing it, sister.
WEATHER: Unseasonably warm!
MILES: 0.
MILES THIS WEEK: Shamefully few.
WHERE TO: Hangoverland.
MOOD: Much better than this morning.
ADDITIONAL NOTES:
Some people run to relieve stress. They are like the free and easy gazelles of the running world, prancing gaily across the savannah, leaving their cares and worries behind.
Some run for the privilege of eating every g.d. cheeseburger they please, thankyouverymuch. These are the Great Danes of the running world–the big strong capable-looking runners who look like they could probably beat your ass and then eat your entire head. But only after this next episode of Two-And-A-Half Men and some buffalo wings.
Some run once every few months, after they overindulge at Big Bruce’s Nacho Factory Sports Bar ‘n’ Grill and as a result feel “not-so-fresh.” These people are not really part of the running kingdom, but I guess we could classify them as tree sloths, as they only really get in gear when they see the MIGHTY HARPIE EAGLE swooping in for the ambush. “RAAAAAH!” screeches the eagle. “Huh?” says the sl- OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT? GROSS!
The Running Log 