I love a no watch, no route, slow Saturday run. And when iPod shuffle drops a little somethin' somethin' from Hothouse Stomp in my ears, I love the way my gait automatically switches gears into fat and sassy mode. I mean, it's "The music of 1920s Chicago and Harlem" - you can't fight that! As I grin through chapped lips, I can't be bothered to care about how embarrassingly far away I am from my "Key West Physical Fitness" goals. I'm going to be there hanging with my favorite lil lady, Baby Avery, and fat and sassy is just the way we like to roll.
