If only we were all just inanimate objects. Life would be so simple. Oh, yea, I forgot. Life wouldn't exist. Hence in-an-i-mate. There are times, though, when I feel a lot like an inanimate object. One that has been in motion for a very long time, until confronted by this unbalanced force. And following such unbalanced force, one that is now, comfortably, at rest.
Well, here's to remaining in a state of rest. Until confronted by the next unbalanced force.
Inanimate or not, one thing running has taught me? We're all subject to the law of motion.