By Angela
Time flying
Enfant Terrible was registering us for a race the other day and needed my personal details. He entered my IC number on the eletronic form, then paused. "How old are you this year?" he said. Quick mental arithmetic done, I said, "36. Why?" "I'm wondering if I'm supposed to enter you in the women's...
health, me, quickie, training, unreality
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