I’m sitting here in Prescott, another abfab beautiful morning with the mourning doves cooing and the spoiled brat of a scrub jay turning his rotten nose up at my offering of the watermelon rind but happily eating all of mom’s peanuts the little sh*t. Not that I’m bitter. Stupid bird. (Interesting side note: watermelon left out in the Arizona sun with -12% humidity turns into a substance quite similar to dried gorilla glue.)
I haven’t run since Thursday – been a little busy this past week but more on that later when I’ve had time to ruminate – and I will head out soon for a jog. It will be interesting to see if I’ve managed to finally acclimate to the altitude. Hopefully so, I need to keep up my stamina and fitness because you never know when the zombies will show up and I for sure intend to be ahead of the rest of you all when we have to run from them. Probably I need to start incorporating a bit of speed work too. I bet the adrenaline will help once it kicks in, though. Hopefully the rest of you have been pretty stressed lately and your adrenal systems are shot. I mean that in the most helpful and positive way possible.
So anyway, the zombies, as you know: you never know when they may show up. This morning, however, I found a very helpful post on FB and I wanted to share it with both of you because I’m like that, generous, thoughtful, caring, selfless.
Apparently what you need to do is find a really cute innocent little kitty and offer it as a sacrifice to the zombies:
and if that doesn’t work, you might try renting a baby:
So…I’m there for ya, got your back, always ready to help a friend.
Ciao – gotta RUN!