And, easy but worth quoting nonetheless: Sometimes you just get the crazy eyes

For someone who appeared intent on sabotaging his foot so he will have an excuse to hang up his running shoes (so he told me),

Pissed a lot of blood post run so that kidney stone hasn't passed yet. Damn.

Stupid mother fuckers, get the fuck out of my park. O boy the FUCKING steeplechase, yea well GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY PARK. Those worthless pieces of FUCKTARD shit, littering in the place that I love. Every pink shirt wearing, limp dick, Kansas City faggot who dropped a beer can in my park deserves nothing less than a .45 caliber slug to the back of the head. Those dumb motherfuckers have no idea my appreciation for the beauty of the park, they were too busy rubbing their dickheads together with their fraternity brothers. I generally hate people on a good day, but when I go for a jog in my park, and see the crap that these people leave in my park, it makes me livid, way beyond angry. If someone had said "run Forrest" I can say with complete sincerity that I would have attacked them, literally beaten them in the face until the only sound they could make was a bubbling sound of their own worthless alcohol soaked life blood. I was making 7:45's until mile 5ish, then I got so angry I started pealing off sub 6:30's, with the last mile in 5:54.

I could almost feel her hands on my shoulders, and I almost felt her breath on the back of my neck, I heard her whispered voice. I knew tonight would be special, it was going to be our night. I have had her before, many times, she knew all my moves, she has seem me at my very best, my very strongest. I know every inch and curve of her body and know the best way to take her. I took it easy at first, took the time to find the perfect rhythm, pace and cadence for both of us.

It seemed to get dark early, just for us, like we were the only ones in the world. Wonderful nights like tonight are few and far between, the quiet and the solitude. She might have known that I was close to finishing, but I could almost feel her arms tighten around me, as she seemed to whisper in my ear “A little longer please” as though it was in one syllable. At that point, after the night she had given me, I knew not to leave a friend like that unsatisfied.

I took the little turn that it seems I only know about, to make it last a little longer, I could almost feel her exhale beneath me, a sign that she was finished, I imagined a twinkle in her eye that I knew to mean it was okay, I could finish when I was ready.

Dude needs a date.

No idea on the previous 2 so here's another one:

fuck off

i may post the splits tomorrow

2000 miles to what? slower marathons?

fuck off

I feel his pain too.  Been there.