'Sup bitches?

Oh I'm feelin' it today.

Oh yeah.

You hear? I did over eight miles today.

And the post-run endorphins are still busily percolatin' thru my thinkin' organ

ed note: the author's wife disagrees with him on which organ he actually thinks with.

Add to that a liberal amount of caffeine

And I become

Invincible

Bullet-proof

Or as the hippies used to say:

High on life.

As a comparison

It used to take three beers

A shot of Jack

And a couple tequila body shots off a stripper's ass

To get me to this state.

Hmmm...

I think I like the way I'm doing it now better,

'Cuz when I run long distances to get my high

I don't wake up in strange beds

With strange people

In strange cities

In strange states

In strange countries

With no money.

Oh, and you very rarely catch an STD while running.

One day at a time, my bruthuhs and sistuhs!






Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt on your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.