I should have run 8, only ran 5. I blame Mrs. Fat Guy, who wanted me to get home fast so we could walk the baby and the dog. I actually finished really strong because the dog ran with me for the last half mile. Turns out she is a lot faster than me. I would like to take her with me on these long runs, but there are a bunch of reasons why it isn’t practical. Instead, she gets to sit at the window and whine while I am gone. I like to think that whining is just as fun as running.
Hell, I like whining better.
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