1. You believe that any problem can be solved with a run.
Bad day? Fuck it, I'm going running. Case of the sads? Fuck it, I'm going running. Super behind on a deadline? Fuck it, I'm going running. Stuck in a well? Fuck it, I'm going running.
You're super regular, your shorts have never been shorter, and you've never smelled worse. Plus, a bunch of other wonderful things.
Bad day? Fuck it, I'm going running. Case of the sads? Fuck it, I'm going running. Super behind on a deadline? Fuck it, I'm going running. Stuck in a well? Fuck it, I'm going running.
Which you can now schedule to the minute.
Category is: functional AF.
NOPE.
Which is how tiny shorts happen.
Because literally no odor is more foul than moisture-wicking clothing that's been sweat in.
OK, 90%.
All Day I Dream About Carbs.
More like resentment days.
"Crushing boredom and tedium are actually fine if it means I get to run."
"Crushing boredom and tedium are actually fine if it means I get to run."
"Crushing boredom and tedium are actually fine if it means I get to run."
"Yeah no totally those gels are a gross runner thing I do I hate them LOL."
*frosts birthday cake with chocolate energy gel*
Just stretch really well after.
"Technically it was a tropical storm but yeah I did five miles."
If it's wrong to be able to conveniently run with your keys, phone, and gels, then I don't wanna be right.
No shame in being prepared.
So keep wearing the hell out of those tiny neon shorts!