3.96 Miles, 40 Minutes, Distraction
I was distracted for the entirety of my run today, and as a result, I never focused enough on what I was doing to prevent the recurrent stitching and neverending tunneling that took me away from my ever-present goal: making it home. So I didn’t make it home. The entire run was ruined by this inability of mine to stop thinking about things that consume my focus.
How goddamned irritating.
*Important Sidenote: if there’s anything sexier than a 31-year-old man cramming Body Glide into his gentleman’s region in a desperate attempt to stave off chub rub, I don’t know what it is.
