Why must I be a slave to the Man on such a glorious GLORIOUS DAY!?? And tomorrow, too!? Tonight, a run. I'm supposed to go to the track. Instead, I'll head on down the ADP path for my own enjoyment. I'll assume the trails are a soupy muddy mess from the days of rain, and not one for me to mess with.
My original plan for the day would have me running right now. Viewing the lunch-timers washing their cars and the retirees mowing their perfectly manicured Johnson Co. lawns. It would be a perfect little escape from that of my cubicle hell.
I was running late and didn't have time to prepare my gear. UGH!
Instead, I remain, writhing around, unable to sit still, not caring for my tasks at hand (Damn the Man!), and staring blankly out the window and the crystal blue sky. Far below me I can spot runners doing what I wish I were.
But tonight, I will run!
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