Woke. Up. Sore. As. Fuuuuuuuu

This morning, first of all, I woke up at FOUR FORTY FIVE because of birds singing the songs of their people.

Jerks.

And second of all, if you’d like to see what it looks like to sprint up to and then BOOGIE ACROSS THE FINISH LINE

That.

That’s what it looks like.

Also, TODAY?

Ow ow ow ow.