Nonsensical Seduction

If you have been unfortunate enough to meet me, you know that I run. Like a lot. And I want to run more. In what started as a nice lil' hobby, my side chick persay who I took for granted in high school, blossomed into a fervent love affair that is now past the honeymoon stage, but going strong. I like structure in my life and running volunteered as tribute, becoming the vehicle towards such. I have employed running to show myself that I actually CAN be disciplined enough to stick to something long enough to reap the benefits. That I actually can be headstrong enough to will myself through adversity when life inevitably throws you off the edge of the 5,000 foot tall building because life is a suicidal dick sometimes. It's in the fall where you really learn who you really are. You initially flail uncontrollably like an octopus on molly at Coachella, but then reality smacks you in the face while you're soaring down in oblivion: you have to brace for impact. You accept the sit...

Have you ever dared to gaze gallantly into the stormy abyss that is the sea of tranquility and given it a good old fashioned middle finger? Have you aimlessly wandered through the obstreperous jungle that we call life to somehow find yourself on the top of the world, having reached maximum zen that has only been achieved by the most draconian of monks, only to look down on all those lost peasants beneath you and give them a good old fashioned middle finger? Have you ever stopped to realize that if it is only the most draconian of monks are truly the only ones to reach maximum zen that maybe zen isn't what you should be looking for? Anywho, if you are meta enough to connect to these on a deep, personal level, then we do not have much in common. Grab your homemade 20-hour steeped cold brew (Because your body is a temple and you wouldn't dare to fuel it with the monstrosity that is drip coffee that has 70% higher acidity comparably!!!) and gather round; It's time to get nonse...