"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"3 years later, it’s hard to not try to associate myself as ‘the shirtless jogger.’ That’s the reason people started to care about me...3 years later, I’ve probably lost more followers than most people will ever have."
