I ran away from mushrooms last Sunday morning, and I kept running from four-thirty to seven-thirty.
There was no hatred, we are still friend, but I chose to run.
Did the mushrooms get stuck again while I was running free? How good they would be if they were with me in the Penang Bridge Half Marathon? Regretful for not having a lolling tongue?
I told them my breakthrough will come this coming November. At the age of fifty-four, I am going to run my first ever full marathon, 42.2km.
Don't laugh. I am serious, as serious as a phone booth for superman, and a pee pole for a dog.