I could blame the last-minute preblast, or the cold weather, or the day-after-Christmas blahs, but I choose to blame you.
Yes, YOU.
You've got the time to read this stupid backblast, but you couldn't be bothered to support your F3 brother at Bailey Road Park for once in your life. But you know what? I'm GLAD you didn't show up. If you had, I probably wouldn't have run four miles (you heard me right—a new record for me). And before you ask: "Yes, without stopping. Like I said, it was a new record." I also did 1,000 reps of exercises.
So there. I was better off without you. What do you care anyway? As far as you're concerned I could wither up and die and you wouldn't even realize it.
That's it. That's the end of the backblast. Go back to your SO IMPORTANT life and don't worry about me. I'm fine.