145. Creaky floorboards in my eighth floor apartment aren't the most conducive for supporting Jillian Michael's gnarly workouts. And freezing to death in the parking lot jumping a rope, doesn't always make me eager. And the girls in my group are smart enough to decline all of my invites to go running. (I can't go alone since it's against the rules.) I might not have the endurance of a lifetime when I get back to America, but at least I have Winser to make sure my body doesn't completely deteriorate in Russia.
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