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If you'll allow me to soapbox for a bit, the packet lady can go screw. I've seen people of all shapes and sizes, truly, run 5, 10, 20 and 26.2 miles. I've seen stick figures who couldn't run around the block if you enticed them with a particularly crisp piece of lettuce. And I've seen (and used to be) people who were carrying quite of bit of extra weight wiz by me looking like they were born for the soul purpose of running. |
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