Last week I ran a mile and a quarter. Mile was 11:06, track was hot.
Last night I ran a mile and a half, time was 10:45 for the mile.
It was weird, about 8pm, there were two soccer games going on at once. People kept spilling onto the inner lane. By the way if people are running, get the $&@# off the track!
My goal is to get up to three miles, which may sound sad, but do this: fracture your pelvis, a vertebrae, then break three bones in your leg, have three leg surgeries and spinal surgery. Then fracture your ball and socket joint in Bosnia, then split your Tibia in Iraq and have more surgery. Then go $&@#ing run you sanctimonious douchebag! Ooh look at me I can run a marathon! Well I can’t. But so what? (Long dramatic pause) so what?