You train with a dead marmot on top of your head?
mta: Oh. I just realized that that was a reference to your hair. Nevermind.
43,497.2 Miles Later
A Dance with Monkeys
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
Apparently it keeps the monkeys away.
I should try this.
A monkey told my teammate to dive into my leg last night. Little bastard.
I decided that if I'm going to call myself a runner, I should probably run.