The legs still have some soreness in them. There’s joy in that, knowing that I gave a good effort on Sunday, that I got to fly in the last few hundred yards of the half-marathon in spite of legs that were right on the edge of cramping, but almost all I could see was the finish line and wanting to make what will likely be my only race this year one where I went to the edge. 437 more words
I’m quite confident many people in various occupations on occasion have dreams, and not of the good kind, about their job.
This is probably associated with having a very stressful job, where you’re multi tasking all the time; and/or your co workers are idiots, and/or your boss is an asshole. 733 more words