Thoughts I had while Running a Charity 10-K

0-K: I have stretched, I have hydrated, and I am ready.  Run for the Cure, prepare to be my bitch.

1-K: Feelin’ good!  Hell, I might even run two of these today.

2-K: Or maybe just one.

3-K: Yep, definitely just one.

4-K: Four kilometers?!?!  Is that all?  Four?  Holy Odin’s Jackrabbit, what a horrible way to spend a Saturday.

5-K: 22 minutes.  I could be an entire episode further into my DVD box set of Rainbow Brite, but where am I instead?  Oh, that’s right: running 6.2 miles on asphalt, an invention necessitated by the automobile, which was, in itself, an invention necessitated by the human desire to never again traverse long distances on foot.  I’m such a tool.

6-K: The endorphins had better start kicking in soon, ‘cause the mescaline’s already wearing off.

7-K: You know, Andrew, maybe you don’t hate AIDS as much as you originally thought.

8-K: My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?

9-K: Is that a Bennigan’s up ahead on the right?  I sure could go for a Monte Cristo right about now.

10-K: N/A