Reading all the Runner blogs that I’ve been reading for a year sort of reminds me of George Costanza teaching the Yankees how to play ball. I’m an amateur, a hack. For months now, I’ve been reading all these great blogs, and now? Nothing. I read and am immediately distressed.
I’m going to run. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not.
Then I try to walk, and a needle is shooting up the middle of my heel. I know I should stop bitching about it.
I feel like a kid on the outside of the candy shop window. Looking in, but can’t partake. Hey, since my last two posts have had to do with candy, I must be having some leftover Halloween issues: Remember…
Fun sized candy bars do not make a fun sized butt!
Happy Voting tomorrow. Do. It.