Add a Gorilla to The Mix 4/23/10

Tiny, unseen gremlins continued to whack me on both kneecaps during today's six-miler. They wore themselves out after about forty-five minutes, their lead pipes growing heavy in their hairy hands.

That left the last five minutes of the run to be dominated by the invisible gorilla who held my chest in his Mighty Joe Youngish grip. He clamped down hardest on that last uphill section. Satisfied with my hyperventilation, he jumped off when I bent over, gasping, at the finish.

Even so, it was better than getting kicked in the head by a real, live mule.

Thanks for humoring me.