I'll trade. Give me the pain of the final hill. Give me heat, humidity, blisters, take a toenail...
Anything but this miserable virus. I can function, but I can't LIVE... I hate sick people. Really. And when I'm sick, stay out of my way... I can fight cancer, but I'm losing terribly to this cold. I know how to fix it:
Let me run! Let me run! Let me run!
In protest,
Beth
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