Notes
We look for love, no time for tears/ Wasted waters's all that is/ And it don't make no flowers grow
I go between wanting to invest in a segwey and never lift my finger again for anything to wanting to get to the point where an Ultra is perhaps a possibility.
The only thing standing between me and that reality are those delicious (veg) vodka milkshakes and my inherant, collosal laziness. But really, I do think that morning runs would solve all of my training problems. No more running on dead legs from work, no more missing runs due to friends/emergencies/family stuff/last-minute invitations. Just lots of coffee and a post-run smug sense of superiority against the day.