5km isn’t exactly a blip on the radar and my head wasn’t getting me out the door either. In the end I refused to let the week end without at least trying. Pure torture; pure suffering.
Warts and all – nothing to hide.
5km isn’t exactly a blip on the radar and my head wasn’t getting me out the door either. In the end I refused to let the week end without at least trying. Pure torture; pure suffering.
Warts and all – nothing to hide.