As I walk, I come up with many different theories about why things are. Today as I was hauling ass in skirt and tennis shoes, I got to thinking about happy little endorphins. (I think) they are the reason for runner's high. I find that after a lunch time walkie, I'm much more plesant and more relaxed than I am in the mornings.
It got me thinking about how many cranky people there are. And also about how there's press releases every day about Americans not exercising enough. The magic connection being that when someone tells me to "take a hike" it's because I've been a bitch. The end.
Moral of today's story: mmm. mmm. yellow post-its are fun.
An Erinku:
socks that were
brown at home
are really a nice
shade of purple
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