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Coat: J. Crew (last season); Top: Theory via Marshalls (similar); Jeans: Old Navy; Scarf: Gift (similar here or here); Bag: Philip Lim x Target; Boots: Nine West (similar); Shades: Ray Ban

Yesterday morning, I went for a run.  It was cold and bright.  I did one of my usual routes, down around the Capitol and back, about 2 miles or so.  It did not feel good.  My legs fought me the whole way, my breath caught in my chest, my heart pounded constantly.

I wouldn't call myself a runner.  Runners are fluid.  Graceful. At ease.  I'm envious of them whenever they pass me, their stride long, the breath measured.  There's such beauty in being a runner like that.

And then there's me, panting and spitting while I struggle with my two miles.

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  1. I am the same exact way - not a runner in the least. Probably one of my least favorite things to do. Try something else for cardio!

    On a more fun topic, looove the hot pink coat on you!


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