Better, Stronger, Faster

I’m pretty tired of this injured ankle. If I had six million dollars I would gladly pay it for a bionic replacement so I could run again.

If only!

Well, I may not be Steve Austin, but one thing is sure. If I don’t lay off the cookies and potato chips and get some exercise, I will soon be the Six Million Pound Man.

“Bigger. Thicker. Fatter.”

Sigh.

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