I woke up at 6am this morning to go for my jog. It was amazing.
I took it really slow and managed to avoid all that dry-heavey goodness and instead enjoyed an invigorating morning cruise. 90 seconds goes a lot faster than I expected and I never really pushed myself fully. I wanted to at times (I know; what the fuck?) but I knew that if I did, I'd end up feeling sick and then hate jogging forever. This would not be conducive to jogging success.
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About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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