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Got up at 5 with change today to work out. Ran 2 miles at top speeds - a couple more days and I'll be running my old 14-minute 2-milers, like I used to in high school cross-country. Working out in the morning is actually quite nice, except for the whole sweaty-hair thing. I suppose I'll have to learn how to use my boy's poncy hair dryer. But you get to look totally bad-ass if you're the first one in the gym. Some early bird flutters in, and you're like, that's right, biyatch - I'm on ur tr34dmi11, running ur mil3z!!
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