I'm a terrible owner. I'm running my body into the ground by running hard daily. Yesterday was supposed to be an easy day but it turned into an easy 7.1 miler. Then I went to work. If you keep pushing yourself your body won't recover, and then your performance, your sanity will suffer. So I'm taking a much needed rest day. I wanted to sleep in but that was thwarted by lawn maintenance and a deaf or inconsiderate laundry doer. There's not much you can do about the lawn guys but you don't have slam the washer door.every.time. so I left the house tempted to run my frustrations off but thought better of it.
Took 'da lil cracka' (my little white car) for some much needed maintenance. Here is where I tell you what you should already know: take your car in for regular maintenance. I'm just the worst car owner. Just ask my buddy seth back in the jerz. We spent probably 2 days trying to fix some spark plug issue that could have been avoided had I been taking DLC in for regular maintenance. So I live in fear of that call where they find more problems and this that and the other thing needs to get fixed. I know! I suck. So I hate my ride until I get it fixed. Then it gets fixed and then I'm in love again. Ranking as The worst girlfriend I've ever had.
Here's a pic of a lonely tree. Its a metaphor... my car is a metawhore.
You should read the book Born to Run. It's about this hidden village in Mexico of ultra-marathoners that run barefoot.
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