I didn't want to go running last Thursday. I wanted to stay in and keep away from the cold and the sidewalks I knew would be icey and unplowed, but I thought, what the heck. So I went. And I had fun catching up with my great friend, Chelsea. We ended up doing four miles, and walking a bit of it, but as long as I'm getting out there, I'm happy! I got hometo receive some bad news (more on that in a sec), showered, and went to bed.
It wasn't until sometime Saturday morning that I realized I had been right all along. I shouldn't have gone out. The cold had caught me and I was now sick. Bah Humbug.
But four miles is still four miles and I a chain of awesomeness to attend to. My four chains read as follows:
Sweating Beauty
Run like there's a hot guy in front of you and a creepy dude behind you.
When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.
What defines us is how well we rise after fallin.
I came home from the run, pretty proud that I had ventured out into the cold. Then I was given the news that my little angel, Citrus, had passed away. Now, this isn't something to be sad about (although I did, obviously, cry). She had a wonderful life and I am so glad I was able to spend the last 15 years with her. RIP my little Citty Bitty Angel Baby! I hope you have fun killing birds in heaven!
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