Every Saturday morning, the 45-year-old West Fargo woman runs with a group of friends who call themselves the WHORS – Women High on Running.
Afterward, they go out for coffee.
“When we hit mile seven, I’ll say, ‘We’re so close, I can taste it,’ ” she says.
Run with the WHORS
Run with the WHORS
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Run with the WHORS
It's too bad they don't live in Seattle. They could take public transport home after their run.
Run with the WHORS
I belong to a very exclusive organization called the National Intelligence and Global Group of Extraterrestrial Research Scientists.
There was once a person named rock
Who most here would gladly coldcock
Not afraid to look dumb
To the pub he would come
And whatever he said was a crock
Who most here would gladly coldcock
Not afraid to look dumb
To the pub he would come
And whatever he said was a crock