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! 😈