This photo shamelessly stolen from Steph in Australia
- tiny naughty bits covered in Paintshop by me-
I'm in a shitty mood this morning. I ran 6 miles on Thanksgiving. I ran 5 miles yesterday. I've been running between 9 and 10 miles per week since I started this new job, which is not enough but still should accomplish SOMETHING. I looked in the mirror this morning while I was getting dressed and I just said "shit." I thought people were supposed to die first and then the rapid deterioration starts? I seem to have started way early. What the fuck? Am I going to have to shell out the bucks for a personal trainer or what? Damn, I feel like shit on a stick.
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