break away

So, I survived. My college alumni game was last weekend and I survive intact, if not sore. Even managed a few good runs. Only a few of course, because after each one I essentially collapsed. It was fantastic. Got to the point where I was so tired I was too tired to pick my ass up and get some water. Most excellent. It's good to have one's ass handed to them on a plate every now and again. Sort of like pressing the reset button.

In other news, you may or may not be aware that I have a chicken named after me. I'm told she's a rather assertive bird that chases other animals out of the yard. In her honor I present the following interpretive Chicken Run mix, found in the great world of YouTube.