This evening's 5-mile, post-work slogfest with Marky Mark Driscoll on the affluent streets of Westboro served as a lead-laden reminder to my legs why I hate running after work. Luckily, the quality of the company and the flowing conversation served as a pleasant diversion from the guaranteed mental anguish that occurs when an overweight skinny guy waddles down the sidewalk with Clydesdale-like precision all by his lonesome. Henry Rono, I feel for ya man.
Quote of the day:
"It was like being wrapped in a cocoon of common purpose. The key was to stay healthy. As long as I was practicing, everything was good. It was only when I was hurt and unable to practice that I felt like I was living on the opposite end of the earth."
- American Shaolin