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Runner's Log: I've already bounced back to being able to run a mile no problem and even do some sprints afterward. Time to up the ante.
Today, weight training so I can look like Ah-nold. Terminator, not Governator.

Yesterday I learned I am way more of a broke ass than I originally thought. And I knew I was pretty damn broke. So I told my mom I was going to start stripping, and instead of telling me "no", she just sighed as if to say "yeah, that's probably a good idea". But let's face it: I can't get naked in front of strangers. I just can't. Instead, I'm on the hunt for a decent job (probably seasonal) working as a cocktail waitress while I search for a full time day job. I'd love to bar tend and of course I've got the basics down... in fact, I would argue that I know more about beer than a lot of the all-American dudes I see out at the bars here in Chicago. But when it comes to things more complicated than a rum/jack & coke or vodka cranberry (or the like)... I probably won't know what combination of liquors to grab. There's also the itty bitty problem that my boobs aren't as boobalicious as they could be and I'm too broke to afford the most wonderful wonderbra out there at the moment. Conundrum. Big boobs = big tips. Right? Right!?!? Because obviously my charming personality wouldn't have anything to do with it.... ahem.