Sometimes, I don’t need much motivation to throw on the Running Toga, lace up my sneakers, and head out for my morning run, Modern Philosophers.
This was one such morning. I saw the rain clouds slowly moving in, and could hear the Flying Monkeys howling with delight.
Yes, Maine’s Flying Monkey population celebrates every time it rains. They really did not like their former employer.
And like that green face tyrant, The Wicked Witch of the West, I melt when water pours down upon me. So, I knew that if I was going to run, I had to leave The House on the Hill as soon as possible.
With the Flying Monkeys giving me air cover, I shot out of the house faster than a tornado roaring down a Kansas road. Before you could even sing “Ding dong, the couch potato is dead”, I was turning down Eastern Avenue, determined to get back to The House on the Hill before the sky opened.
Because, as you know, there is no place like home.
I should’ve asked The Wizard of Oz for stronger legs or a more powerful set of lungs, because shortly thereafter, I felt like a drunk Munchkin on the Yellow Brick Road. Eventually, though, I showed that I had a heart as I managed to pick up the pace despite my sore legs and labored breath.
The Flying Monkeys got louder and louder, which I knew meant the storm was almost upon me. I clicked my heels together three times, which caused me to trip. I’m still not sure why in the world I did that.
However, I picked myself up, dusted off my Running Toga, and found the last bit of courage I needed to finish my run.
If I only had a brain, I would’ve left The House on the Hill the second I woke up, but silly me decided to stay in bed a little longer to listen to my Toto CD. Something about that band always gets me pumped up for my Morning Run.
Somehow, I made it back to the shelter of my front porch shortly before the rain. I was wicked sweaty and felt like someone had dropped a house on me, but I survived.
Of course, the first thing I did was take a shower, so maybe that whole fear of getting rained on was extremely irrational.
You must be thinking of Kansas! Funny thing is I just came in from outside where the wind has just starting howling all of the sudden, the sky looks funny, and a trash can just blew across the alley. It was so hot here and now with the cold wind and the eerily glowing sky I think a really good storm is rolling in! Hopefully not a twister, and hopefully no one drops a house on me.
Let’s hope so! Stay safe…
The rain is pouring down now and while the sky still looks funny, there doesn’t seem to be any tornados on the horizon. The good news is I sleep better when it storms 🙂
Then I hope you get an excellent night’s sleep. Every storm cloud has a silver lining. 🙂
lol, I love the ending! And WHERE did you get my picture? *giggles*
I’m glad you enjoyed this very strange post. 🙂
Maybe if it’s raining too many whatever-critters, you could take advantage of that inside downpour and do a few laps around your shower cubicle.
*just a thought* <<< (not very deep though)
I do wander around The House on the Hill when I need exercise. It is a large place…
And of course it’s flying monkey-free…..
Well, they are generally right outside of the house…
I have to say, your neighbourhood sounds far more lively than mine;-)
Oh, it is. You shouldn’t seen it before they got the Zombie issue under control…
That’s under control now? So if I ever travel over there, Maine gets put back on the agenda?
We have licensed Zombie Hunters and Zombie Census Bureau Agents keeping the herds contained and under control…
Okay…Maine gets added, but please let me know if anything goes amiss….which I guess also includes parolling Hunters and Agents….
I just tweeted a post about the topic that you’ll probably want to read. 🙂
….just going through posts now….looks like some great reading this morning. Thank you:-)
It’s an old post about Maine Zombie Census Agents… 🙂
Maine’s Time Capsule will no doubt be of great interest to future archaeologists. School history text books look like being more interesting….old post, or not, this is still Now…:-)
I wasn’t so lucky, got caught in a rain shower, yesterday morning. It was OK, neither me or either of my two dogs melted. There were no Flying monkeys or extraneous creatures falling from the sky–only a pesky biting fly or two.
I’m glad you’re safe! 🙂