A Dance with Monkeys
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
No, you're not invited.
I'm also strength training and swimming.
How do you keep your feet on the ground, when you know you were born to fly?
Just a girl who runs.
The Greatest of All Time
Can I be in your sub group?
Of course. You're my sub-group Queen.
I didn't ask to come with you.
Are you going to bring more chocolate milk?
Are we going to wear shoes?
Good. Thanks for clarifying. Whew!
Those were not my swear words. The belonged to Jules.
I decided that if I'm going to call myself a runner, I should probably run.
First of all, it wasn't chocolate milk. It was Met-Rx in skim milk. Sort it out.
Shoes are optional unless you have ugly feet.
First: Chocolate milk is better
Second: My feet are only ugly on the bottom.
I am just looking for someone to run with. Dragon backed out on me. I don't want to run that bitch alone. I need someone to talk with to keep me distracted. Ya know?
No a fun moment in running would be crossing mile number 100 a few weeks ago with Trent and JK.
Casa, I know the name. But I am not gonna out the poor kid here in the internet. I am trying to be discreet while finding out if it was Candice's sister's friend. But Candice is being so blond that I have to spell the thing out for her.