Definitely rain. There's no better retard than the Rain Man for today's discussion. Have you ever been so fucking gung-ho about getting your ass out to run that come hell or high water you're going to do it. You could look right into the face of God and be like, "Fuck you, God; get out of my way! I'm running!" And he's all, "Fuck you, no!" And tries to smite you, but he misses, because of your retard fast energy legs!
Yeah, well we here in Phoenix have these Middle-East wanna-be bastards called haboobs. In other words, a huge fucking dust storm. Well, I looked right into God's face, and I'm like, "Fuck you, God!" And then he threw a huge cloud of dust at me... And I'm all, "I SAID FUCK YOU, GOD!" and BAM! I punched that dirt cloud right in the goddamned eye and kept fucking running.
Think of it as an obstacle. Something big to overcome that people are like, "You fucking ran in THAT? Plus it was 154 degrees outside!! Are you retarded?" And you can look them square in the nostrils and say, "Yes, yes I am."
What are you doing this weekend? Not that I fucking care... oh, wait. You want the schedule. You aren't paying attention to me anyway, assclowns. What do you care? OK, fine...HERE! Faggots.
FRIDAY: REST!
Saturday: 2 miles
Sunday: 4 miles. WOO!!! It's easy. Think of it was 15 minutes per mile...and that's reasonably slow. Block off an hour of time, and you got this. Did you ever think you'd go and run for an hour...four miles? You're a fucking mutant. AN ANIMAL! DO IT!
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