Yeah so running to the airport today, gave the ol' Quasimodo impression my best shot. Luckily my suitcase acted like it was the cause of the ridiculous plod-come-waddle rather than a Monday-Wednesday trio of muscle agony from Mel & Cat. Sprints + interval training = tight hamstrings x 6 sore ab muscles
Oh & I never had to run I got to the airport almost 6hours before the flight. Wow. I mean wow. Have I really become one of those pple? I ordinarily would let my uber organised anal planning slide but not at 4 am I won't.
This post (like those gone before it) is gibberish. Luckily I can blame sleep deprivation...this time!
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