THE END

I found out this morning that apparently that party does end… and it’s a rather abrupt ending. My story goes like this:

*BEEEEEEEEEP* BEEEEEEEEEP* BEEEEEEEEPP*
Me: WTF?
*BEEEEEEEEEP* BEEEEEEEEEP* BEEEEEEEEPP*
Me: Oh Crap…
*BEEEEEEEEEP* BEEEEEEEEEP* BEEEEEEEEPP*
Me: okay, enough already I’m up!
SMACK!
Me: Ouch, that was my foot you “#$%^&” bed
THWACK!
Me: Arg, really, I left those there last night?
GDONK!
Me: Wow, I’m pretty sure that door wasn't there before???

And this is all before I have put my running kit on and hit the tar! Word of warning, do not binge smoke and drink for 3 weeks while ill and then think you can run double digit kms without any recourse. During the hours of 5:30am and 7am this morning I managed to lose a lung, cause severe discomfort to my calves, back and quads and pretty much electroshock my body into running again… bad bad idea! I am now currently sitting at my desk without the ability to walk and breathe, dying for the bathroom and actually frightened about 5pm rolling around because it will involve me moving more than just my arms and mouth!

Ah, the joys of being back on the road again! Time trial tomorrow morning, can’t wait!