Moron. With a capital M. Moron.
Yesterday when we went to Memorial, I forgot my ipod. I won't get into the nitty-gritty of it, but I was already having a shitty day, I was really looking forward to a nice 3-miler at Memorial, and I forgot my ipod.
So I let Preston talk me into some speedwork.
Not smart. Not smart at all. In fact, totally moronic.
24 hours later: my shins are seriously pissed, my quads are sore, and my right hamstring isn't pleased. From the baseball afterwards, every muscle on my right upper body hurts.
But mostly, I'm scared because of the shins.
Moron. Stupid stupid idiot girl. Moron.
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