Death warmed over has a new meaning for me. It is Me. After the turkey trot.
Who knew four miles could cause such pain and agony?
I guess I had a fun time killing myself with rachel and my family, and I even placed fourth (out of seven) in the Wood family new tradition. My legs are sore.
So the days of me being able to outrun/chase/catch mallory are definitely over.
But hey, I'm alive.