Sound gross? It sort of is. The smell of my own stank means I've been working out and pushing myself. I probably only enjoy it because it lasts about 10 minutes before I jump in the hot shower but I soak in those few minutes.
I am currently staring at an unopened box of milk duds out of the corner of my eye. Why does a good work out make me want junk food? Because I've earned it? Because I must run with an empty to stomach to keep from spewing mid run? I'll pass on those duds this time but only because I'm too exhausted to stand up and reach across the coffee table. Tomorrow, might be a different story.
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