Spontaneity at its finest.

So its Sunday night, about 12:45 or so, and I decide I need some good ole' fashioned running.
I start with the intentions of running a rather vigerous workout of a 9 mile loop I had recently measured out in Marshall's car. The stars were gorgeous tonight, a few clouds blocking perceptions now and again, but overall a great night to get lost in the sky. To my surprise, I come to the half-way point of my run feeling as if I was superman, and I knew I was even more energetic than when I had started. I upped the pace and the planned route to include adventure and more distance, of how much of each, I knew not.
I stop looking up after a few more miles had passed as the clouds began obstructing any view I once had. When there is no scenery to keep my mind (somewhat) occupado, I tend to think about girls, and this always ends up bad. Realizing my mistake, I swiftly brought up every type of distracting thought in a valiant attempt to rid my mind of the energy-sapping subject. I was fighting a loosing battle, when the tides turned. I remembered a certain someone who told me that "Charlie, no one can run 26 miles straight with no training and come back injury-free." This certain someone was, of course, a girl. This made me go into-chauvin-man-istic mode, and want to come home with bragging rights.
At first I had thought to run straight to the Todd's residence, then I thought of the time I'd be arriving, as well as the distance was probably closer to 36 miles instead of my quaint goal. I eventually turned around on 380 when I hit the "now entering Denton" sign and decided that I was getting too bored to run that way anymore. Taking 380 back instead of 289 to rock-something road was a mistake. Its ALL uphill. I dont think I hit a single friendly break of a downslope untill I was on Custer. But before this was to happen the un thinkable happened. My Massive Chafage light went on. It became intensly painful to take any more strides in my man-parts and I was forced to a slow saunter, when I hit the UHAUL. that was a spirit lifter since it ment I was close to home. Or so I thought.
Coming to the light on Custer, I veered in to the nearly completed wally-world parking lot and began wishing I had ate something today, other than those 4 warmed tortillas and a load of sunflower seeds. I stumbled across a gold mine. Stopping my jog to look was very painful on Tantan and Wiggles, but completly worth it. A still-sealed chocolate chip cookie gleemed so longingly at me that I had to pick it up, that and bending over to observe it proved quite enjoyable to the kids downstairs (not) So with my new prize in my hand, I popped open the package and inspected the booty. No mold! Happily walking across the parking lot like a cowboy who'd spent more time than allotted on his stead, I munched the sugary goodness down. Not seeming to care that I had just eaten food off not just the floor, but the ground, I had renewed spirits again. About a mile from the house the MCL went off agian, and I was forced to walk for about half a mile looking like a 2nd grader who didnt know it wasnt cool to hold that all the time. Getting back into the neighborhood I could not have cared less about pain. I was bored stupid from all the time spent trying not to think of chicks, and wanted to get some water to wash my cookie down.
Aside from aches and odd creeking noises, as well as blisters the size of a tuna barge (due to crap-for-shoes) I'd say I came back from an estimated 17 mile excursion with little injury, and plenty of energy.

Im sure I've just bored you all to death, so thats why I've loaded an IP tracker to this post, and whenever I see a new one read my blog, I'll know to come raid your panty drawer and/or wallet, depending on how much I like you.

the end.