Week 4, Day 1 #fatmanruns

With all the grace of an intoxicated hippopotamus, I lumbered back and forth between Denny and the Amazon Prime building (the only reasonably straight stretch of road with minimal stoplights and unprotected crossings), swearing to any and every god listening that, if I could just survive this journey - nay, this ordeal - I'd be a better person.

Luckily, I was nonspecific as to how. So... I guess some lucky barista is getting a bigger tip today!