But, given the fact that this is my God damn writing platform.
How? May I ask, am I suppose to run 13.1 miles in 15 days, when: A. I clearly cannot train with what feels like a searing hot KNIFE in my shoulder.
And B. If I do not train, well, then I may die. Like, literally.
I thought about running today, after the four Aleve that I sucked down like a crazed pill popper.
But then I was all like, oh this bowl of candy is here.
And then I kept making excuses. Which may, or may not, have revolved around me sticking my paw into said bowl of candy.
And OH, I ate me some candy today. Because what I was ALSO doing, was remembering my brother Jonah. Who, as I mentioned in the previous post, loved him some Reeces.
Cut to me laying on the couch, covered in orange wrappers, smearing melted peanut-butter deliciousness across my lips, all in the name of remembrance.
Oh, and, I guess an entire day of eating nothing but Reeces will really cure your hatred for it- I guess you can get used to just about anything.
Hope you all had a VERY happy Halloween!