It seems like when ever there are bad decisions made on my part, the only way to get them off my mind is by running. I have a bad knee, a bad elbow, a huge bruise on my ribs, and a rather stiff neck from the weekend, mostly from Friday night, but my two jobs and my obsession with Go-Karts has chipped a bit of stiffness as well. It's when I'm the most banged up that I get the most satisfaction from getting my ass outside and running around before work. I guess it breaks the crust off my bones, rips the moss off my feet, and makes my lungs burn. It is cloudy and cold and I'm excited to get moving and start sweating. And if there is one thing I learned from Zombieland, it's that you don't wanna be a fatty when the zombie apocalypse comes around, which will most likely be a few weeks before world's crust starts to invert itself in 2012.
Whoops. Almost forgot to feed the fish. Bon Appetite Toejam, Reverend Thelonious Belafonte, Monster Truck, Boozehound, Short Bus, and Shit Head. Don't jump out of the tank while I'm away today.
Rule #32 - Enjoy the little things