Guys I have a new marathon partner:
Spike is the best at running. She pulled me probably faster than an 8min mile for about an hour this morning and when we got back she wanted to play frisbee or, even better, could I stop crying like a little girl and hit the god damn pavement again, god damn it. We compromised with her being allowed to obliterate, Thunderdome-style, the meowing yahoos that woke me up this morning. Two cats enter, one dog leaves (sorry, Kathryn).
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