I think the impossible may have happened. I might be becoming a runner. I hate running. I really do, but I've gone the last two nights (not very far or fast, mind you) and I found myself looking forward to it this morning. This is a strange turn of events.
Yes, I wore braces on my ankles as a child. I know when to stop running though.
(okay, that's a reference to Forrest Gump in case you didn't catch it...)
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Good for you I still hate running,and my ankle makes a popping noise when ever I go down the stairs :)
Nice to find you
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