Minus the sartorial malaise that all exercise gear typically induces, nothing but my shitty bones should prevent me from getting up to 50 miles/week this summer. Somehow, a leopard print leotard is feeling like a pragmatic gift choice for my upcoming birthday.
I got a part time job at a swimsuit boutique and spent the first 2 hours of my shift playing dress up. This suit was my favorite but I need to go down a size in it.
