how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
A second non-film-related post in a row? How perfectly sweet. Or something like that.
Some of you are no doubt wondering, "That Matthew, what does he expect to to run his 10K in?" The honest answer: Less than 1h45m and more than 1h15m. However, I know even more specifically what I would like to run my 10K in, and it is in this: 1h25m19s. Why? Because that is the pace that I would have to run every 10K at in a marathon in order to finish the marathon in under 6 hours, which is the typical amount of time allotted to finish a marathon. That's right. I am thinking about a marathon again, and in fact let me just put my marathoning logo down here as a little extra push:
I am intending to put a half-marathon as one of my goals for the second triad of the year, and either the Richmond Marathon or the really cool sounding Bay Bridge Marathon as a goal for the third triad. But I should not think about that yet.
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.