Running 3 miles after a few days without running=torture.
The day after the torture=running 3 miles like a champ.
Ugh mother nature came to attack today, and I decided to go running anyway. I don’t think I’m going to try that again anytime soon. Excuse me while I pass out.
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Posted on February 16 2012 at 03·17 PM / Permalink
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Confessions of a Hopeless Romantic
About
I am 21 years young but I feel like I don't fit in with my generation.
My life is pretty rated-PG.
I met my soul mate at the age of 12. He happens to be a US marine.
Things I like: Jesus, track and field, photography, human biology, music, art in any form, Gerard Butler, puddle-jumping, Snoopy, cute doodles, mushy stories, Nicholas Sparks, FRIENDS, the color green, country music, big trucks, volunteering anywhere and everywhere, archery, and making awesome stuff.
I'm a human biology major hoping to become a nurse and eventually I want to have my DNP.
I'm ambitious, gushy, stubborn, honest and friendly.
Writing is my outlet.
These are the confessions of a hopeless romantic.
