I just finished up my third day of running. going pretty damn good, I am finally winning out over my annoying side splints (annoying pain in your connective muscles around your diaphragm, caused by jostling of internal organs), I am now able to complete my runs without resorting to jamming my fist underneath my rib cage. Yay running! No pain no gain.
You know what really bugs me about running on the streets is? Well let me tell you. Hecklers. Everyone is a fuckin' comedian when you are running down the street. In the past 2 nights, I have been heckled on both occasions. always such good classics like "Who wears short shorts?", well you know what? I FUCKIN' WEAR SHORT SHORTS ASS-CLOWN!! or better yet, the all too original "Run Forest Run!" GODDAMN IT!! I wanted to chase that fat-fuck down and beat him with his cheeseburger. Not so much for the heckle, hell I can handle that, more for using such an overused and played out line. For shit sake, can't anyone be original?
Anyways, Rant=off. I like where I am headed, I feel better, and now I don't feel too guilty when I take back a tall-boy at the end of the night.
cheers
Forest "short shorts" Gump. ...fuckers...
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