how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Marathon training, day three.
Zip, zip, zip I went today, finishing up my 3K in about 26 minutes. If I were to move my feet that quickly for 26ish miles, I'd finish a marathon in just over six hours, which is the maximum time in which one is allowed to finish the Richmond Marathon, so I'm practically ready, am I not?
I've also come to the odd realization that I'm not nearly as hungry on days when I've run than on days when I haven't. Is there some sort of biological theory behind this? After all, I should be more hungry, as I am burning up calories that my body would like to replenish, so I am not sure if this is psychosomatic or what, but I know next-to-nothing about biology, so hmm.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.