Today, I hate.
I hate 18 miles.
I hate everyone on the lake paths.
I hate the rest of the nearly 6,581,649,007 people on Earth–just because.
I hate myself.
But mostly, I hate Pheidippides.
What the frack was he thinking running 26.21875 miles!?! Someone should have taken the hint when he dropped dead from exhaustion after running from Marathon to Athens, non-stop.
P.S. WHAT?!?! He only ran 21.4 miles?!?!? Slacker…I hate him MORE!




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