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

Spam subject line of the day: “Make your pecker your trump wassail semipellucid”

…I don’t know what a “trump wassail semipellucid” is, nor am I sure I’d want one, nor am I sure that if I had a pecker I’d want it turned into one.

Today and Tuesday I ran for 28 minutes without a walk break. On Sunday I do it one more time, then I move up to A WHOPPING 30 MINUTES WOOOO eh lol ok.

It’d be kind of anticlimactic if it weren’t for the whole “holy shitballs y’all I can run for half an hour now” thing.

And now I engrave stuff on little cedar plates and make the shop smell like fire as I wait for my paycheck and hope like hell the EP5K isn’t sold out by the time I change some money into plastic to throw at registration. yeah I have not even run my first race yet and I’m already wanting to sign up for another one.

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