You ever have one of those meals where you just have this urge to just work it off because it puts you in a bad food coma?
I had one tonight. It wasn't even that big of a meal. Ribs and fries. It just sat so heavy in my stomach that I had to go on a run. 4.5 miles. It felt good afterwards. Multiply that times three and there is my half marathon. Too bad I'm just getting slower and slower.
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