RazZDoodle: Forgive me father, for I have not run. It has been one week since my last run.
Priest: I see. Well, my child, I don't see any harm in th-.
RazZDoodle: I'm training for my first marathon.
Priest: Oh......well......were you injured?
RazZDoodle: I am, father. I think I may have Plantar Fasciitis.
Priest: Ah. Well, I'm assuming that since you're a devout runner, you managed to maintain by doing some cross training.
RazZDoodle: (nervously) Uh....well......does walking count?
Priest: A brisk walk is always good. How many times did you walk last week, my child?
RazZDoodle: I walked from a Husker tailgate to the stadium.
Priest: And at this tailgate, did you partake in any sinful foods or libations?
RazZDoodle: This isn't being taped, right? I mean, Tom and Amy aren't going to see this, are they?
Priest: No, they did away with cameras when the feds came down on the whole pedophilia "situation".
RazZDoodle: Ah. Well, I may have enjoyed some pancakes and coffee.
Priest: Not a mortal sin, my son.
RazZDoodle: 4 pancakes, 2 with chocolate chips, 1 with raspberries and 1 with chocolate chips and raspberries. Oh, and the coffee may have had some Tullamore Dew in there. Call it an ode to another runner.
Priest: Hmmm. Well, with no cross training and no healthy eating, you are going to have to repent, son.
RazZDoodle: I know father. Lay it on me.
Priest: I want you to recite Page 31 of the new Runners World 15 times and you must run Monday morning no matter what the conditions.
RazZDoodle: It's supposed to rain tomorrow, father.
Priest: Do you think the holy trinity of Rodgers, Salazar or Beardsley cared about rain?
RazZDoodle: No father. Will this help my injury?
Priest: I'm not a healer, my child. You'll need to go to a doctor for that.
And with that, I'm back on the road.......