Delusional Dreams

Pretty reliably, every year right about now when the weather starts to get nice, I consider finally getting into running. I can assure you there is nothing in the world that I hate more than running, but still, the romanticism of waking up early and heading out on my own, basking in the glory of a runner's high (which I totally think is a myth), is compelling enough to make me stock up on supplies.
Ergo, running shorts.

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