July 25, 2012

Bob

Yesterday when I ran, I think I sweated whole shrimp out of my pores. I was sweating butter and Poptarts. I sweated out a blueberry danish that I don't even remember eating. I think I sweated out the remains of Jimmy Hoffa. Once you become a runner for a longish period of time, these things happen. Your body becomes more efficient. Sweating out that Super Ball that I lost when I was six was the hardest. Very uncomfortable. Can't wait to play with it again, though.