Seriously, no one has any business running 13 miles.
That’s like two roundtrips to the nearest Papa Johns. It’s 2.5 Everest’s. Not to mention, 13 is an unlucky number. If there are elevators that protest the number 13, why shouldn’t we all? (more…)
Life is full of metaphors.
They silently surround us, waiting for us to have the sight – the Vision – to see them.
Two years ago I would’ve been more likely to run into a closed room with that demon from Paranormal Activity then run up the equally-evil Hill Street. (more…)