It is early mornings and peanut butter.
It’s slipping on ice and sweating to death.
It’s feeling like you can’t breathe and wishing your legs would fall off.
It’s sticking it out on the treadmill and pushing through bad runs.
There is no off-season, no one to cheer you on at 5:00 a.m, and no cure for your hunger.
When it comes down to it, running is whatever you want it to be, whatever you need to be, and whatever you have in you.
if breasts, butts and legs are so distracting to men, to the point they cant function
why arent they that distracting to lesbians
and at that point
why isnt the penis bulge and legs not distracting enough to gay men to warrant men being put under the same dress codes
shush, girl. shut yo lips. do the helen keller and become an author and political activist.
When you stretch and your inner porn star moan comes out by accident