Blogs About My Life 3: XC + 10th Grade = DEATH
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Ongoing, First published Jul 10, 2019
I am not a sporty person. I am nowhere near in shape. Yet, I cannot say no to this little old man. 

Welcome back to Blogs About My Life! After almost a year of high school (spoiler: I survived), trying to put my life back together (still am), joining a new fandom, and joining a new team, Blogs About My Life makes its epic return! Same concept- telling all the random strangers of the internet about my life- but, with a twist! This year (or at least until it ends), we're going to be focusing on something a little different: The only sport left for people who lack hand-eye coordination.
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