I’m not saying anything, I’m just saying that I’m not busting out of my fat pants today. No significant loss, but I feel good. No weight or inches lost, but my fat pants are loose again.
And that’s with just 2 days of “wogging” with a walk in between them. I think I could do this. I think I could quietly sip on kale smoothies and work or play with Bruce or watch tv. I wonder what would happen to my body if I ate a solid foundation of fruits and veggies for the next 7 years. (I only say that because most of your cells regenerate every 7 years or something, so what if all my regenerating cells were made of spinach and strawberries instead of fries?)
I don’t know if people were meant to run. I know we can… I am just trying to think of a scenario besides running from a sabor tooth tiger in which my ancestors would have been running 26.2 miles. Even the tiger wouldn’t have chased them that long. Who came up with the idea for a marathon? What a compelling testament to endurance – holy smokes! Is it a Greek think? I feel like somebody was running somewhere to tell someone something about a war. Or something.
Yeah!
It is said that he ran the entire distance without stopping and burst into the assembly, exclaiming “νενικηκαμεν’ (nenikekamen)”, (“We wοn”), before collapsing and dying.
COLLAPSING AND DYING.
So why do we do it?
Future Wendy, if you’re reading this: you feel good. Remember this moment. Try it again. I know you succumbed to the cheese fries at Outback and feel gross. That’s no reason to give up. Have a (can’t believe I’m buying into it) NutriBlast and keep moving forward.
We believe in you.
That La Kid 
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