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.
I’ve got a bad case of loving you.
6 days ago