A Dance with Monkeys
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
43,497.2 Miles Later
How do you keep your feet on the ground, when you know you were born to fly?
Just a girl who runs.
So I won't be able to do the Boulevard Bolt, you think?
The Logic of Long Distance
I ran it two years ago, post monkey.
He'll go easy.
Yea, he promised.
It'll be like walking to the refrigerator for 11.2 miles.
Maybe for him.