In my quest to find some sort of motivation to stop, and possibly reverse, the growth of my ever increasing midsection, I, during a moment of temporary insanity, signed up to run the
Rocky Raccoon 25K. Let me just say, the start of training has reminded me why fat boys prefer donuts over running. What a beat down! It is unfathomably difficult to remember that once upon a time in a galaxy far far away I used to be a skinny great runner who loved this stuff.
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