You know that thing where you commit to a workout regimen for like, the first time in your life (besides the time you ran one marathon and then never ran again) and it feels really good, and then one morning you wake up (after drinking for five straight nights – not a lot every night, but every night just the same) and you think to yourself “Well, thank god I still have my exercise routine because it’s quite literally the only thing keeping me from having a full blown menty b in the middle of downtown Brooklyn”? You know that thing?
Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh. Me either.
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