Dear rain,
I know you're trying to make everything green and lush, but can we take a breather? At least on Saturday, when I'm running the Brooklyn half, okay?
Dear little legs,
You're perfect just the way you are—scars, crooked knees, and all. Thank you for taking me where I want to go, and allowing me do all of my crazy feats.
Dear women in the Nordstrom Rack dressing room,
Don't be so hard on your bodies. Beauty is relative, and there's nothing more attractive than healthiness and confidence.
P.S. Women are supposed to have a little extra padding here and there!
Dear popcorn,
You are the best snack ever. I'll be seeing you (plus nutritional yeast and cayenne pepper) in a few hours.
Dear life,
I love you.
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