It’s six pm, I’ve got a computer in my lap and I’m sitting in the old bachelor recliner. I finally understand why men have their own “chair.” It feels good, having a “chair.” After a while I realized that I started laying with my hands behind my head, scratching under my nose and hiking up one pant leg. Ok maybe not all that, but the hands behind the head makes me feel so at ease.
After a full day of work, and not stopping from open till after close, it’s almost impossible to make myself go for a run (especially now that Seinfeld just started.) However, the half marathon feels like it is not creeping, but sprinting at me with the full force of an angry rhino.
*Thought: Kramer is one of the greatest characters of all time.*
*Second thought: The Indians upstairs are going to be the end of my sanity with all that banging. It sounds like they are pogoing.*
So, after the four mile run (which I am telling myself won’t be grueling) I’ll work on a collage that will hopefully turn out ok. And despite my best efforts to blog and delay the fact that I have to bundle up in inadequate clothes, run through numb fingers, icy ears, and tingly toes, it’s time to run. Oh the joy of it all!!
The video wouldn’t let me embed it, but it’s worth clicking. Kramer at his best