I am a runner. Yes, I said it. I know, I know, that's a whole other set of issues I need to work on. But, as I was saying, I am a runner. I ran a half marathon in December. Heck, I ran one again in February without planning to do it. I can run a 5K on any given day of the week. That is, until I come back to Colorado, where they have so carefully extricated every last ounce of oxygen. I admit, it's quite humbling to be huffing and puffing when I walk from the house to the barn.
Oh how I miss eating my oxygen.
And my skin. Man do I miss my soft skin. My hands might fall off, I think. At least peel off until all that's left are bones. I don't think there is enough lotion in the state of Colorado to make my skin feel like it did in Florida. Maybe I should take before and after pictures to see how many wrinkles I grow while I'm here.
Oh well, on the bright side, when I get back to Jax, I'll have superman lungs and I'll save money on lotion. But for now, I'll continue to long for humidity and oxygen.
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