the egg is now in a nest made of shitty swords and soft puppet ass

…I seem to have just signed up for a 5K.

This one, to be precise. There are a few reasons why I picked this one as my first (and hopefully not last) 5K, including one pretty big personal one–my family lost a very dear friend this year, and if I can maybe help that not happen to other peoples’ friends by doing something I’ve pretty much always wanted to be able to do, well, I’ma go for it.

SO: if you have a buck stuffed in your sofa cushions or whatever, and you could maybe throw it over here, that would be really awesome.

…as for the actual running situation: finished Week 3 yesterday, timed my first mile just for the hell of it and holy fuckballs, if that really is a 1-mile=1-lap trail like its markings indicate, I ran a mile in under 11 minutes. Yes, I realize a 10:47 mile is not terribly impressive to people who crawled sub-8 miles in diapers; those people are cordially invited to go sit on a tack because it is hella awesome to me.

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