Last Wednesday, amidst the ruckus and chaos known as office work, a mysterious package arrived from the gods of running…
I was nestled deep within the realms of programming when all of a sudden I was informed of such package:
Guard: Sir, you have a delivery
RP: Who, me? Really? (Dumbfounded, still processing scripts in his mind) 🙄
Then there it was! His messenger disguised as a delivery boy handing the package over to me in exchange for blood, I mean signature. The gods of running has pulled me out of the pits of labor and reminded me of my calling!
Gods of running to RP: you have been summoned! Celebrate our feast! Celebrate running!
RP: Yes master (in a “hypnotized” emotionless tone)… will celebrate run fest… 😯
To all who have been summoned, I’ll see you on the 25th! 😈