Don't go right before dinner, you come home beat and you still hafta make it.
Don't spit against the wind, you can guess why. So turn your head and spit, and you'll see a nice end over ender goin' to the side of the road, and not in your face. (yup, girls spit, well this girl does anyways).
You don't hafta hold it in when you're by yourself, yup let-r-loose, no one can hear you. I might as well say it, I'm referring to, if you haven't already guessed it..farting (omh, did I just say the
It was during the day, so whenever someone passed me I tried to look like I was in shape.
You're running and you hope the running pants you chose camoflage your hinney, so it's not one jiggly mass catching up to you. You don't worry about that when it's still dark.
K, even the smallest of them need a sports bra to keep them in place, it's hard to run with your arms being clutched up to your chest, plus it's a bit embarrassing. And in my case it just may make my milk come in.
You're wondering why I run? I don't know..it might hafta do with that I can. I love that I can move. I am sooo grateful that I can move, when I'm pregnant I don't wanna move and I'm soo big all I wanna do is lay down and veg. I never wanna be heavy like when I'm pregnant, so I move.
Oh, that just reminded me, my dad has arthritis reeeally bad and he told me once that he used to dream that he was a little boy again and he would be running, soo sweet and sad. I can run, thank you to our Father in Heaven that I can run.