I rarely run with headphones. But it was just that kind of morning. So I ran and had a blast, I shook it like a polaroid picture, loved my lady lumps, and elevated my soul. I made furtive glances to see if anyone was looking and skipped for a hundred yards. I took it down a notch with Otis Redding, and cooled off while John Mayer made me feel good about myself.
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