And in the end...
No reason. Happy Monday.
Fuck it. I'm gonna PR this fall. Let's do this.
There's always a reason. We just don't know it. The Monkey offered me the reason in exchange for death at mile 11. I declined but sometimes catch myself wondering what that final flight would have revealed.
Rule #1: Never bargain with the Monkey.
Rule #2: Always bring beer.
Is it still Monday?
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
Hold the Mayo
Not anymore. Guess what day it is.
Guess... what... DAY.... it... IS !
"You're Not Winning"
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You really should go catch some marathon cheats.
I'd rather catch the catchers
If you successfully catch the catchers, you'd then become a catcher, and have to catch yourself. I'm not sure that you've thought this through.
i find the sunshine beckons me to open up the gate and dream and dream ~~robbie williams
hullo. hullo. I don't know why you say guhbie when I say hullo.
The only thing worse than any of that is stealing race medals.
Or banditing the Music City Country Music Rock-n-Roll St. Jude Marathon and Half Marathon Parade.
50,000 Miles Later
Which is clearly also worse than forced child labor, homelessness and poverty, and ethic cleansing/genocide. I'm glad you're on top of this obscene crime against humanity! If everyone had a medal it would make mine less special!
Also, people with medals should not be allowed to use public restrooms. They may be pervs.
And I suspect that we both have medals.