Besides being 43 and having breasts.
Like me, she can run a sub-4:00 hour marathon.
Read it and, perhaps, weep.
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Well, crap. I can’t beat 49:01 for my upcoming 10K. I’m going to be lucky to beat 55:00.
This really pisses me off.
At least I can take comfort in the fact that MY teenage daughter isn’t pregnant.
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