“Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent.”
-The Twelfth Night
I kind of want that tattooed on me somewhere. It just makes my mind race when I think of it. Ah Shakespeare. If you knew the lasting effect you would have on continuously in my everyday life. *sigh*
Is it bad that I am really looking forward to be surrounded by accents while in Europe? That, of course, is not the only thing I am looking forward to, but alas, it’s one of the major things.
That and shopping. SO MUCH SHOPPING. SO MUCH TEA. SO MUCH ALE.
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Somehow my neck is better from this morning. Not great, but not horrible any longer. I can sit up straight, and can lean without pain but the overwhelming desire to cry because it might feel better is still there.
I’ve decided to run inside while watching TV. It usually helps the time go by faster and well I have pretty much stopped caring about pace at this point since well, unless my leg falls off I will be able to maintain the slowest pace per mile to finish the marathon. I just need to you know, train for it.
I’m thinking the W&OD trail will be in my future.
p.s. Sorry for the randomness of this post.