Sing a song for Harold the Orphan
‘Cause there’s not much time for him now
He’s destined to be a veal cutlet
He’d rather just be a cow

— me

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Easy 2 miles at the gym, if a feeling of impending death caused from the after-effects of iron infusion no. 2 can be considered easy. I vaguely remember thinking this was supposed to make me feel BETTER.

Hilariously enough, someone asked today on the ultrarunning subreddit what one should do when confronting cows in the wild.

Clearly, I have started a trend. Singing seemed to be a popular answer. I hope they enjoy the Harold the Orphan song.

One more day before the Fancy Training Plan © begins. I can’t wait. Although I probably will.