There has been far too much adulting this week. I’m fucking exhausted from feeling my feelings, working too much, not running, feeling guilty, worrying about exams, emotional funeral, family illness, inventing stuff to stress over, consuming too much internet and all that other joyous shit.

So here’s a gift from me to me. It’s ok to stop. It’s ok to play. There’s always fun to be had and stop taking it all so fucking seriously. Go run tomorrow and stop stressing over everything that will really not matter in the end.

Disclaimer: This post is sponsored by my upcoming period T-2days.