|You could totally glue this on the hood of your car...|
That was the plan, anyway. But this winter has been frought with obstacles to running and runs that used to be a piece of cake are
kicking my a-- more challenging than normal. Sunday, I ran a local 30K as a slow long run and my calves didn't appreciate the effort.
So running Mercedes would be suicide. It's a really stupid idea. Really dumb. But... uh... um... I might do it anyway. Drinking beer with friends at the finish should drown the pain, right? As long as I walk all the hills? (And the slight inclines?)
Kinda sounds like a meth addict who can't get enough. I guess there are worse addictions than running...