Been away
North of here
"And I will walk 500 miles and I will walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles to fall down at your door"
Okay so I drove most of them and only ran 26.2. And I didn't fall down at anyone's door. My legs wobbled so and I felt light headed. But I remained upright. Mind you I was so elated at the finish line, I confess to shedding a moist man tear. The song worked as a mantra towards the end and it's from the right country.
And now I'm back at the desk. And it's sooo boring.
Bob, why do I need to tell you why you don't like Mondays? It's bloody obvious. What's to like?
