Sprinting
I ran a mile in seven and a half fucking minutes today along side my brother. And after that I did forty push ups, forty sit ups, 50 leg thingers (I don't know what the hell they're called), and 20 of something else that I don't know the name of either. And then I vomited. Seriously. I fucking vomited Rafferty's pizza. Cheese and green olives. It felt good though. I feel good. Life is good. Fuck drugs.