3.5 miles yesterday, 3 miles today. I'm getting pretty good at this hamster wheel exercise called wogging. And I'm actually starting to enjoy, even look forward to, my time on the tread. I've even upped my speed. Did I let a little thing like a sold out race slow me down? Well, in all honesty, I'm already pretty slow. But no! I did not let it slow me further! I am pressing on! I am becoming addicted! I am patiently awaiting the results of the commitment to the wog to show on my arse. I'm awaiting that day where I don't look in the mirror and cringe. I await that day where my pants are just a bit too big. I await that day where I can wear a pair of shorts and not feel like a bowl of cottage cheese smushed into spandex. But, until that day comes, I will tan. In small doses. Because, let's be honest, tan fat looks better than white fat. Period.
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