I hate running. Shut up. Get dressed. Alright, lets do this. Ugh. Stop complaining. Start the timer now and use the stairs, that’ll be the warm up. 🎶S, A , F, E, T, Y. Safety! Dance!🎶 Shit, two minutes left on the warm up. This is boring. Aw, fuck … start running. I hate this…

An enduring, indelible high school memory… I had a favorite teacher in high school. We all do. Someone we feel comfortable around, someone who encourages us or makes us feel better than we do about ourselves. Even so, I remember thinking she was weird as hell for running around and around our outdoor track, seemingly…