Holy shit.
I went for my first run in five months due to injuries on both of my feet.
It was awful. Painful. My butt jiggled in a way I wasn't quite prepared for....oh yeah. That happened. It was weird, but I got over it.
But what I actually hated: going from 12 miles a night to 1.5 miles, lungs burning; hips, legs and ankles awkward and wobbly.
So I guess this is square one again. It's kind of appropriate though, isn't it? Finally get through all the ridiculous nonsense that is the educational system and change my major again and now I'm moving and starting from square one.
Well, I suppose you have to back track sometimes.
Life is a marathon.
And I refuse to buy new pants. Seriously? $50 for a pair of jeans? Pshaw, come off it.
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