A Saucy Wench
I have become Death, the destroyer of electronic gadgets
"When I got too tired to run anymore I just pretended I wasnt tired and kept running anyway" - dd, age 7
After almost 3 years of letting the DNF eat away at me, I'm not just an idiot. I'm a hollow idiot. Plus, also, running is stupid.
Passion is a rather frightening thing because if you have passion you don't know where it will take you.
When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
Yes, I do "run in this." So should you. The weather is never as bad as it seems from behind your office or car window.
When Mrs. Bonkin got home tonight I casually mentioned, "so I'm thinking about Monkey in Nashville again". After she asked if it was Thanksgiving weekend, she said "well don't sign up right this second, you remember what happened last time". Ouch.
Unsurprisingly, I interpreted this kick in the nuts as a "yes". See you idiots in November.
Sad, sad, sad.
The tangents are moot.
Set the bar low. Crawl under it.
42,500 Miles Later
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