Six miles today. 1:05:32. And felt FABULOUS. I’m so slow, but determined. I’m also the palest runner in the world. I’m fish belly white. I’m the whitest white girl on the white block. Why is it that pasty white fat appears fatter than tan fat? I guess fat follows the same basic black principles of the fashion industry. Someone tell my fat it needs a little black dress, please! And how do you do that? Easy.
I’m rewarding my fat with a healthy tan because 1) I’m a loser and 2) I’m old and I need to be better to my skin. Years of basking in the rays have taken their toll in the appearance of not so pretty fine line and wrinkles. Getting old is so fun.
I’m a wee bit nervous I’ll turn into a bleeding pumpking. I’ll keep you posted.