Thursday, June 27, 2019

I just ran three miles in sweaty-Freddy humidity

WHY CAN’T I FIT IN MY HIGH-SCHOOL PARACHUTE PANTS ALREADY?

Could it be the 12:20 pace? It’s nice and even and divisible by many numbers. For instance, if you divide it by 2, I ran at a 6:10 pace. That should count for SOMETHING.

To make myself look—and feel!—better, I followed the Blanche Devereaux playbook and took my post-run selfie from above. Behold my eternal youth!

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