Miserable.
Hot. Humid. Summertime.
Ah, the joys of Summer. The season we wait all year for. Summer vacations, summer dresses, summer nights, but no one remembers the summer runs.
Runs that when you get home you can wring out your shirt. Summer runs that leave you covered in bugs. Summer that leaves 14 different tan lines.
Misery?
How about enlightenment?
How ever you look at summer, its your choice.
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