Yesterday morning when I woke up I did not feel like going for my six o'clock run. In an effort to get me up and moving I decided to rely on the tried and tested method of indulging in a little "self abuse".
Just as i finished rubbing one out, two heavy files fell off the shelf directly above my bed and landed on my face. Lukily, I was more shocked than injured.
Is this a sign from God? Is he angry with my degenerate non-believing ways?
But on a positive note, I did manage to go for a run and it was great.