Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Ninety-Seven
I can already tell it’s going to be a hot day.
The perfect early morning text.
The light.
What is it? Age.
When she relays the story, it’s almost like a movie. I’m sure it’s more like a nightmare for her.
Thank goodness someone in the group is more balanced.
I convince her that not eating the burger is the unfun choice, but the smartest choice she could make today.
Pain in the left leg. Even in my intentional rest, I can’t seem to figure it out.
If you’re going to be an athlete, be an athlete.
Oh, it would be a literal dream.