Friday, March 17, 2006
No, it's not hemorrhoids (funny, I'm typing this in Word and it just asked me if I meant hammerheads...well, perhaps. I have heard they are really quite painful). Theresa and Jeff and I ran The Bridge this morning, and it proved just how far I have fallen from marathon shape. Panting like obscene phone callers, we ran it from Mount Pleasant to Charleston and back in about 50 minutes. When I think about how I used to pass people on the uphill sections, i just want to cry...and get emergency lipo. Insert wail of dispair here.
Posted by Sarah Moïse Young at 4:08 AM