Mi piernas

I went for a run last night. My legs hurt. Like every great champion I have been asked by a higher being to run through the pain. I will accept this honor and move through it. It really was a pretty bad run overall, and hopefully I can rest and be able to run in the Kansas prairie this weekend.
More fun then the run was my episode of the hills. I was lacing up when my roommate and his girl seemed to get in an argument. He had the same shell shocked look on his face when I told him that she needed to pay rent when she moved in. It was a look that I kind of liked. I hope when (if) I have kids they have the same look when I tell them that I am not their real father. I did in fact take a shorter run, because I sensed the rare opportunity to dig for bones, or at least someone else's relationship problems. I did come back, he had the same look upon his face. So what does a concerned archaeologist such as myself do? I took a phone call from a friend, and then got water five feet away from the dig site. I did not find any bones, but I am certain something was going on, that I know for sure.
I also ran through a grove of trees on a dimly lit path and felt like my romantic comedy suddenly turned into a thriller one where chrispin glover was after me.