Lately, running's been on my mind.
I hate exercise.
I'm so lazy it's obscene.
But i bought running shoes late last year and i reckon i ought to use them before they get up and leave without me.
And what better way than loping away from audible zombies in preparation for the possible zombie apocalypse?
Okay, there's plenty of ways.
I'd so rather sit on my slothful behind and watch episodes of Archer with a massive cup of tea and wait to get bitten.
But that's just no good, is it?
Or is it?
...
Worst.
Self-motivator.
Ever.
Listening to: HUMANS 'Streets Of'
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