Thanks again, Master's Degree!

Hey! It's Florida! It's August! It's NOON! Let's rollerblade for a hour.

After I drove back from the track, I left the skates behind in the car; there was no lifting them. Then I lay nauseated on the floor of my apartment for twenty minutes with a wet washcloth over my face going, "You idiot." Followed by a cold shower and many congratulations to myself over the incredible shape I was getting myself into.

Followed by a truly gigantic bowl of ice cream.