I recently got myself some new “kicks” or “tennies” depending on if you’re my mom or Eminem. I feel like I’m on a Charmin commercial. These shoes are like tiny clouds giving eskimo kisses to my feet. That simile I just used was as uncomfortable for you to read as it was for me to write, but I had to put us through that because it explains my experience perfectly. As I laid on the mats to stretch, any threat of “buyer’s remorse” I might have still harvested with these shoes, dissipated. My Ipod was on shuffle and mid quad stretch the song “Love The Way You Lie” came on. Eminem and Rihanna not only supported my stretching, but they LOVED how I was going about it. It’s only natural I was disappointed that while finishing up with a stretch of the gluteus maximus region there was no affirmations given to me through my earbuds. I hoping for Sir Mix-A-Lot to show me a little love. Word on the street that man loves big butts, and he, like George Washington, will not tell a lie.
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