Meanwhile my yearly mileage has landed squarely on 700, and I just couldn't resist. One more mile last night as planned would have ruined this whole post, which is why I mistakenly cut my run short because I thought I was at the turnaround point. Turns out I turned around a half mile too soon.
I feel like I should segue into Creationism or a discussion about the Rapture, but I just can't seem to get there from here. So I'll end with this: Run well and Drink well and you won't go to Hell.
Or maybe you will. I don't know. Hocus Pocus! Alakazam! Amen! And Awomen!