Freedom. No one around today. I went to the mountains yesterday and ran for 4 hours and, boy, do the bottoms of my feet look like the top of an overcooked pizza. Delicious.
So, I opted not to run. No. That isn't wholly true. I opted to do NOTHING. I did exactly zero in terms of anything even remotely productive.
Freedom. I had a dream. That one day. I would rise up and think:
"Why did I rise up? Maybe I should sit back down and eat some pizza."
I'll see you all in hell.