Okay, I guess I was just kidding.
Looks like I can't even hang it up for a whole week. Please note that I was purposely vague when creating the duration for this hanging it up. I said "a while," which could mean anything. Like "a while" could mean a whole year, or "a while" could mean the amount of time it takes to do your taxes, or even "a while" could be the amount of time I can sit still... which is exactly five minutes.
Symantecs are genius, aren't they? "A while" has options. You can worm your way out of all sorts of responsibility by choosing words like, "a while" or "is."
Anyway, why the sudden(ish) switch? Two reasons:
1) Jenn won't accept my facebook friend request.
2) BOOOOOOOOO0 tttt.
It's important that you say reason two out loud. Say "BOOOOOOOOOO" like you're a Red Sox fan and the Yankees just won, or if your color is Blue, then say it like Red is winning. Now say "ttttt" with your best Voldemort hiss.
Put it together... like this:
Baseball "BOOOOOOOOOO" – Voldemort "ttttttt."
Make sure you say it out loud then get a load of my new footwear (not feetwear):
Also get a load of the Mac mini named RabidMini
Baseball "BOOOOOOOOOO" – Voldemort "tttttt."
I've been couched. Yesterday the Doc discovered a tiny tear in my achilles tendon. Add that to the soleus and medial gastroc strains and the result is, well, a month in a Booooooooooooooo tttt.
This has been some rough going. Not going to lie. (As if I lie here. As if!) I had the mother of all meltdowns on Sunday, at 6:00am of all times. (Seriously, who wakes up pissed? I do!) A considerable amount of heat-induced frustration was released during this meltdown. Hopefully the frustration won't be back for a week or two. That's the great thing about the mother-meltdown... if it's a true mother-meltdown, you'll be too tired to have another for a while.
("A while." There it is again! So many dang options!)
Spouse recovered. I think. He could prolly use some flowers or something though.
So, Rabid, what can you do? Biking? Nope. Rowing? Negative. Elliptical? Fughetaboutit. Swimming? Nada, water resistance won't jive. Rabid, what can you do? Pretty much nothing. Except... Except...! I can post stuff on my blog!
What was I thinking? Hanging this up when it's the only thing I can do.
One thing though: You're all cool if I have this "runner" blog and there's no running for a while, right? Thought so. You are all way cool like that.