“Come on…it’ll be fun.”
I should know by now to run whenever I hear that phrase. ”It’ll be fun.” That almost always means that I will not, in fact, have fun. More than likely I will end up bored….or in pain…or sweaty…or possibly all three as I end up sitting in a hospital waiting room after a long Run Away from Danger while nursing a serious set of bruises/gashes/worse.
