This weekend I had the best running experience ever. I ran 2 miles to a cute bakery on a beach ate a chocolate croissant and then ran back, it was heaven I would run everyday for a croissant.
At this same beach I sacrificed two toenails to Poseidon or Ariel or whoever lives in the water. It was a rather painless way to have the poor things go their merry way after my last race ruined their chance of living happily on my feet. The shame is I just paid money last week to have them painted a delightful orange color. Sigh. I had thought about keeping them in a necklace as a race souvenir, but maybe a fish ate them instead.
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Everyone knows it's Davey Jones
ummm... gross. running by the beach makes every run better... as does chocolate croissants.
croissant yummy, but toe nails on a necklace yuck.
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