5:30 AM did not arrive at my house until around 8:00 AM today. I did run. I did stub my toe so hard that I have a deep bruise and blood blister. I don't think I'll be able to wear my Five Finger shoes again for a few days.
Tomorrow we go to the horse races. Now that's running I can enjoy. I like to bet based on my dreams from the night before. Proper dream interpretation in the seventh race = cash money.
If I were less brain dead right now I would tie together my lame attempt at running with the grace of horses running and how I much prefer to be the slob/voyeur instead of the hoofer. Or, I would regale you with prior dream/winning bet combinations so you could look forward to my inevitably cute/profitable report tomorrow. I know what I should do for you, you who has now made it to paragraph 3. Instead, I'm running off to bed to get my dream on.
This is my rock and roll love letter to you.
1 week ago