Whoosh. Did you see her run past me? I did. She had lovely blond hair and workout clothes from that expensive store Lululemon or something.
I heard her coming behind me because I was waiting on her. She’s probably on mile 13 and I’m on mile .48 and my foot hurts. Old injury.
I see her running down the sidewalk ahead of me and I bet she even has a thigh gap. My thoughts snap back to me as my thighs chafe.Read more on themighty.com