Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Fifty
I will regret this lifting later today.
Only enough time for one log on the fire.
One more cup of decaf.
I remember that I can just take a walk. Perfect in the sun but a little chilly in the shade. I kick up the yellow and brown leaves as I walk past workers sitting beside their trucks.
Stop eating salad while standing up.
Have fun. At the end of the day, there has to be a little bit of fun.
So close. So close. Is there such a thing as a good loss? Yes.
Can never eat dinner after a game no matter how hungry I am.
I run my shoulder into the doorframe and feel those lifts that I knew I would regret.
Pie?
