and my U.S. History teacher was trying to get us to understand why it was such a big deal that England had put a tax on colonial sugar, and he goes,
"What if you had to pay a tax every time you logged onto wifi?"
And the whole class just went
and I heard at least two people whisper “I would murder someone”
I will keep reblogging this in the name of historical science
That’s right, I’m calling out that …, (well, actually she’s nothing but awesome), Lisa, also known as TheMissCook. That stupid #alwaysgorunning hashtag got stuck in my head. I didn’t get enough sleep last night. I worked 11 hours today because my audit is next week. My bonus, my performance, hell, my job are all predicated on the successful outcome of next week’s antics.
I went running anyways. Somewhere in goddamn Ohio, Lisa is smiling.
S. M. D. H.
In fairness, it was a shit run. I suffered mild cardiac arrest, my limbs wanted to know what the fuck I was thinking. But I kept going until Five Finger Death Punch’s Momma Said Knock You Out carried me through three miles.
Found out the Spartan is four, not three miles. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. I have 18 weeks to add about a mile and a half to two miles to my distance, AND work out more. I now have a goal.
All this is healthy and stuff, therefore, again, I blame Lisa. Bein’ all role modelish and stuff with her tenacity and shit. Unbelievable. This body was built to be an amusement park, not a goddamn temple!
So that was a rant. Hope you enjoyed it.
Disclaimer - Lisa, the wonderful Miss Cook, did NOTHING to earn any of the aforementioned bullshit. I just have a secret crush on her because she’s crazy wonderful. But for God’s Sake, DON’T TELL HER! It’ll be our little secret. Because I can trust you, right? Riiiiiight?
And, (smirk all you want to you little Ohio delinquent), Always Go Running.