the world has ended...
...or so ya'd think.
the hamstring i tweaked in saturday's race yesterday became a full-on hamstring pull. it's not lookin' good dearies.
and rather than approaching the set-back with admirable stoicism and reason, i'm pissed and frustrated and generally charm-less right now.
i've prescribed myself 5-7 days without running, perhaps without riding. i cannot not go to worlds. my parents, who unlike me have already made their travel arrangements, would kill me. (well, not really, but i'd feel horribly Disappointing. and they don't ask for much). plus, who knows if the fates would ever re-align to deliver me to this point.
fucking where's the jamesons. therein lies stoicism, if not reason.
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Teh 0wch.
Sorry to hear. Need some tunes for your convalescence?
i was thinking more along the lines of a prescription drug/whiskey cocktail, but i'm open to just about anything at this point.
What Would T-o D-o?
T-O would sit on his assity assing assness, sipping mocha and posting comments to a silly fluff blog all day. (Obviously.) But I *do* have a very loud obnoxious mix CD that I believe you'd appreciate. I want to add some more professional DJ-ish touches first though, so everything segues right.
Alternately...
http://www.marriedtothesea.com/021506/booze-time.jpg
"loud obnoxious mix CD" sounds right up my alley at this time. will it strike fear into hearts of eastern gray squirrels, 3 snorgoyles and small children?
LOVE the cartoon. have strategically posted copies throughout the office -- my civic duty to rally the troops for the holiday. i am a patriot.
You're really going to have to rest it honey, nowt else you can do. I suggest this is a good time to catch up on reading and watching movies and drinking port.
after a week of rain, it's finally a GORGEOUS day outside -- one created for running (with a Morsel!), not for hunkering inside like a troll.
i'm sorry ms. cat, you're wise i'm sure but i'm still in the denial/anger stage. half a bottle of wine last night only made me more testy. (and a bit bloaty.)
CD nears completion. Segues are tizzight. I am a 35-yr-old midwestern IT dude so it is OK for me to talk like this, yo.
I suspect it will not change your snorgoyles' opinions of you, although you might want to take it easy on the small children. As far as the bottle-brush rodentia, feuer frei.
You will have to promise me, though, that you listen to it at some substantial volume, with speakers that can push some air. The mix loses probably half its potency without adequate bass drivers.
O-T-O thou givest me happiness on a dolorous day and inspireth me to imprecate in german.
i promise bass even if i have to press my belly against the speakers.
IT'S [ALMOST] MOTHER-FUCKING BOOZE TIME.
happy 4th.
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