So very interesting … activities the day after and the day after …. Thanksgiving!!
That’s me running. The morning after Thanksgiving. Actually, no, it’s not. It’s not even close.
I’m not running near the ocean. I don’t have Ray Bans. I don’t have orange Nikes or a tight fitting orange running jacket. I can’t have anything that snug around the belly that would trigger IBS, as one can’t be too careful a few miles out without facilities.
16° F.What the h*ll am I doing out here? It’s her. She’s responsible.
My posture is not that. My chest isn’t raised, leaning forward, taking short sips of cool air. I’m hunched over, panting, and I’m a mere 1.3 miles out. And oh, I’m damn sure, that if she were a runner (I don’t know that she is), she would look like this. With her sh*t all together.
While I know jack about my body parts or their workings, I do know that…
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