“Why are you still writing about Running? I don’t think 🤔 that anyone is still reading this. Your site is a jumbled amalgam of Running, exercise, rotting adult diapers, weird sex acts, creepy Poe-like Mansions, billions in ancient coins, objéts d’art and priceless tomes. I am madly, romantically in love 😍 with you, but you have not addressed the astronomical issue of racism.”
Spake the Caribbean Queen 👸.
We were stretching 🙆 in the 93% Humidity (no lie) at 73 degrees.
“Pluto is a planet 🌎. It’s astronomical racism to de-planetize a beautiful black planet 🌎 with a huge white heart ❤️. There are nine planets. Why kick out the only black planet? It’s racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, islamophobic, anti-Semitic, scientific institutional violence against celestial bodies of color.”
We started Running 🏃. I didn’t have any juice. But I needed mileage. The rail trail was easy on the body, but last week’s trail runs had been too destructive.
Each Mile was lame 😒. The humidity hung like fog ☁️ over the trail. It could have been raining 🌧 but it was so wet we couldn’t tell.
”October! WTF! It should be 37% Humidity and 48 degrees. And yes… PLUTO IS A PLANET 🌎!!!! FIGHT THE POWER! FREE PLUTO! MOTHERF@&$&$! FREE HARVEY! FREE THE UNABOMBER! FREE D.B. COOPER!”
We stopped at the 3.11 mile mark.
”That is the largest adult diaper I’ve ever seen. How do you run 🏃 in that thing? Have you been running the entire way with a massive, bacteria-stoked, brownuous, festering, sweet-hot Bowel Genie? Ah the taste of it!”
Said the CQ.
”Listen… I’ve got nothing. You’re right. I have no valuable information for my readers.”
”OK enough of this Humidity let’s go to your private airfield and f@&$.”
”Horchata with Kahlua?”
Peace be the Botendaddy