April 28, 2002

  • Well, I didn't make it to *my* marathon today.  I would have, but I stayed up all night online with mysticalraine--and Lyssa--playing Yahoo Literati (Scrabble).  I know that sounds like a lame excuse, but I really needed such a self-limiting alibi otherwise I would likely have gotten *a good night's rest*, gotten up at 5 a.m., and run against all better judgment. 



    Fine. 

    Except right about now, I would almost surely be confronted with dropping out of the race in actuality lame from pre-existent pinching and severe spasms in my right neck and back shoulder area.  Precisely one week ago today, it seems, I injured myself hauling air conditioners and all whatnots up and out of a basement for spring deployment.  And I still cannot turn my neck 90 degrees to the right without strain.  That's possibly acceptable pain and strain to run through in a short race--possibly . But in a marathon, starting off with such limitations in maneuverability and flexibility, is unquestionably deadly. 



    The problem was, had I gotten a *good night’s rest*,  I most likely would have run despite my injury—I’m that impulsively strong-headed.  And I wouldn’t have dropped out of the race until I dropped dead—or at least come up life-threateningly lame—I’m that intrepid in never stopping.  So as it stands, I’ll live to drop dead another day.  Thanks to those two fine Literati players for saving me from myself by keeping me involved until ungodly morning hours in  less-mortalizing, pre-occupying board games.


     


    [And--btw--if you like crossword puzzles, check out the link above (in the header, for those of you who use IE) or the one in the blog below to Xanga's first CrossXanga puzzle.]

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