Race Day/Halloween/Surgery Redux

I'm 25 and my boobs are trying to kill me.

Last weekend, I took the train down to Richmond, Virginia, to run the American Family Fitness Half Marathon just like I did in 2012. That time, I was almost exactly one month away from the diagnosis that would launch this blog. I carried that little tumor with me for 13.1 of the fastest miles I’d ever ran in my life, completely oblivious to the fact that it was making itself at home in my bosom. How obnoxious of it, that little tumor hitchhiker.

It was the exact same race in 2013: the same course, the same energy, the same swag (although kudos to whoever art directed the new shirts – very nice). But I was different. No hair in my face nor any need for a headband, for one thing. Weird fake boobies for another. Bizarre chest hardware in the form of tissue expanders and my futuristic port which is…

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Please send me, as a comment to this page, any old material you have for inclusion in The Daily Joke Alert - to help enable us all to have our fancy tickled regularly! Never mind the state it's in as I tidy everything up prior to publication. Don't let good material go to waste - and so much does. In the interests of the environment we should always try to re-cycle everything, especially jokes. You know that makes sense! You may find some historical stuff here, but this does not really matter as humor is fairly timeless.

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