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So I ran for about 30 minutes today, a mile of which was running-with-no-stopping. I know it's not a big deal, especially since it's partly downhill (and partly uphill, I guess, but still) but for me it's fucking spectacular. Especially since I didn't feel like death at the end.
Total, I ran for almost two miles, with random sprinting/light running and about .8 miles of walking in between.
Also, random, but I hate abs. All these men are supposed to be so goddamn attractive with their fucking six packs and all and I really think it's kind of gross. A little definition, alright, I can deal. But the shit they put on magazines is truly nauseating and all these male models and actors and stuff... I don't like it.
But everyone's all, "OH, SO YOU LIKE OBESE MEN AND BEER GUTS???" No, dude. I mean just a little more than skin-on-muscle. Something so that putting my head on his stomach won't be like snuggling up to a fucking rock.
And that is how I feel.
Total, I ran for almost two miles, with random sprinting/light running and about .8 miles of walking in between.
Also, random, but I hate abs. All these men are supposed to be so goddamn attractive with their fucking six packs and all and I really think it's kind of gross. A little definition, alright, I can deal. But the shit they put on magazines is truly nauseating and all these male models and actors and stuff... I don't like it.
But everyone's all, "OH, SO YOU LIKE OBESE MEN AND BEER GUTS???" No, dude. I mean just a little more than skin-on-muscle. Something so that putting my head on his stomach won't be like snuggling up to a fucking rock.
And that is how I feel.