I'm not here. This message is coming to you from yesterday.
I planned to run three miles last night and six to eight miles this morning. I have no idea if I succeeded.
Today is Cleveland's home opener for Major League Baseball. I will be there on the first base side. I hope the rain clears ... that is, if it is indeed raining right now as it was forecast last night when I wrote this.
Don't worry. I won't kill any pitchers.
Because you left me comments, I will be snarky about it and pass it off as wit.
Ted has been tracking my track sessions: "Your pacing improved. You are getting faster. Have you been cutting down on beer lately?"
Answer: Yes, I've been drinking wine instead. It's like Gatorade, only more alcoholic.
An anonymous commenter doesn't get me: "OK explain to me how to do intervals - don't like pain - so why?????"
Answer: It's easy. You just run in circles as fast as you can until you can't take it anymore. Why? It's better than a good flogging.
It is Happy Hour somewhere. Enjoy your weekend. Run well and drink well.
And happy holidays to those who celebrate. Cheers.
[Drunkard's note: If you couldn't tell from the conspicuous logo at the bottom left corner of the above images, they were nabbed from someecards.com.]