Once upon a time, my readership of eight, I was in amazing shape. No. Really. I was in the gym 4-5 days a week, and I was a crazy cyclist who enjoyed nothing more than riding in big, 30-70-mile circles on the weekends. I had muscle definition out the wazoo.
Seriously. I
looked pretty
good. I needed bandages, cuz I was cut!
Way too long ago, I wound
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