Fancy, flashy, fast. |
What's the point of running again? What's the point of life? Will I ever recover? Will I ever complete this stupid Chicago marathon? Will my girlfriend be proud of me one day instead of having to massage me everyday? Will this blog become so famous that I will be offered a job as a professional
This week, I bought my plane ticket to O'Hare, a world famous of a shitshow airport. And because I'm cheap, I chose a shitshow airliner, too. Spirit. This is to add extra difficulty to the initial challenge. This is just how I am. I like when it's hard. And that's not what she said. I also booked a luxurious AirBNB room months ago. So I'm basically all set. Except I cannot even walk at this time.
One thing is sure, I'm GOING to Chicago. If I don't run, I will RAGE like the world is ending. See below a video my girlfriend made of me for my birthday.
Dance, always, forever. With or without a foot. |
Alright folks, see you in a tendonitis or two.
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