A couple weeks ago I told some friends I would run a half marathon with them, and since then I've done exactly 2 days of running, which hardly counts as training. Hey, it's not my fault that I totally need new running shoes but can't buy them because I spent all of my money making awesome t-shirts. Don't worry, you'll see them soon.
But I'm not worried about not training since I really have no intention of running the damn race anyway. I honestly don't know what the fuck I was thinking. Actually, I do know. It was yeah, yeah, sure, honey, yeah, um could you pass me the Sailor Jerry oh January, sure that gives me plenty of time to finish this drink....errr....train for the race.
I 'm thinking of an alternate plan, though, since you should never present a problem to someone without being prepared with a solution. So these are the 2 options I came up with:
1. Sign up for duathalon instead
2. Lie and tell my friends I have to get my leg amputated due to a recent zombie attack.
Obviously I'm going for number 1. Like they would believe I would even get bitten since:
And yes, I made this one. I didn't sew anything, but I did iron the letters on the shirt. Hey, if the sewing machine isn't paying for itself, at least the iron is. Especially since I didn't pay for it at all.
