K, so I get my butt onto the treadmill that I just dusted off for the first time in about 3 years a few days ago, and low and behold discover that I can't seem to run like I used to. Heh, the glory days of being thin and doing whatever are gone. Come forth the present in which I am a big bag of rolling fat cells that chime together in rhythm
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