Today, I am running a 20 miles. Six on my own, then 14 with Kim, if all goes as planned. And Kelly will be out on the trail with me, but she will finish her 20 miles an hour before I will, so I don’t expect to see her out there at all.
I put no stock in the whole “end of the Mayan calendar” apocalypse thing, but it is fun to joke about. However, if the world is going to end today, I would personally like it to end before I start my run, because if I run 20 miles and don’t get to run my marathon, I will be very angry.
Do you hear me, apocalypse zombies?