But you can't karate chop a butterfly...WTF?

It seems I "forgot" to include this story from my twenty mile run last Sunday...

Enter the dragon.

So I've been into karate chopping lately. Karate.

At the start of the run there was this huge butterfly that kept bouncing around my face, not really bothering me -- just chillin' and illin' you know how it be -- anyway, before I knew it I had raised my left and right hand into striking position and caught myself just before I karate chopped a butterfly. I, of course, looked over my shoulder to see if SB saw what an f'ed up specimen I am and since he hadn't, I promptly informed him of my psychosis.

What the heck is that all about?

If this were a dream what would it say about me...worse yet, since it was real...