Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Finally!



That damn soleus muscle has healed enough that one can run again. Oh not fast. The minute one pours on too much speed it twinges, but fast enough to call it a jog. OK it's not a fast jog, its taking 35 minutes to do about 3.6 k instead of 5, but enough that one is sore in all the right places afterwards.
And oh gods the high...
It's better than any drug...
It's this state of bliss that infuses the body...
And leaves you happy and relaxed and affectionate...
Right until someone (not Him slapping the crook of his elbow like he is trying to find a vein) goes and does something really freaking annoying...

Sighs  nothing lasts forever :)

2 comments:

ancilla_ksst said...

(not Him slapping the crook of his elbow like he is trying to find a vein)

What does this mean? You lost me!

Master's piece said...

LOL It's His way of saying junkie :)