being a runner is a full-time gig for me. like any job in life or any road for that matter, it has its ups and downs. sometimes your shin splints are going to act up. sometimes you forget your water bottle in a starbucks bathroom. sometimes you hire retarded employees who think that fucking with you is actually a part of their job description. sometimes a pit bull is going to think that it's it in a game of tag and chase you all the way home. on days like these, i like to hang up my sneakers and kick back in my underwear with a peaty scotch and watch my favourite home movie !!!
one love,
dan
don't forget to stretch, you sexy sonofabitch
jose called and woke me up this morning at 6:30am over some ragu-fucker bullshit. ugh. now i'll have to run an extra 70 miles just to make amends. pick up sweater vest from cleaners: check. drop off sneakers at warren's portable polishing stand: check!
you'll never find my runner's blog fuckers
ran a mile today in (almost) 8 minutes. knees are shot. will press on regardless. download rocky theme song for tomorrow's run (will be killer!). buy frozen peas on way home. place peas on meniscus tear while playing x-box. heal some. fire yousaff (is it one "f"?) tomorrow. check mail for $500 cheque from google. cha-ching!
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