My fiance went with me. And thinking about how in the last two hours how I must've annoyed him, I feel really bad. I suck at any and everything athletic, and he plays soccer all the time. That's not a good running matchup.
So now probably every muscle I have is shakey and sore, and I fucking suck at running. God I hate this gaining weight thing.
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Please don't stop, it's lonely at the top. These lonely days, when
will they ever stop? This doomsday clock ticking in my heart.