These people round here Wear beaten down eyes sunk In smoke dried faces They’re so resigned to what their fate is But not us (no not ever) But not us (not ever) We are far too young and clever (Remember) Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye, aye And you’ll hum this tune forever Week Three, Day One of Zombies, 5K nearly killed me. My work out exploded from about 35 minutes to 45. Not a lot, I’ll admit. Just keep in mind that yours truly lived a couch potato existence for a good chunk of my life. My legs are screaming at me for overexerting myself in running. I’m thirty, for fucksake. Age doesn’t matter, though. I’m rebuilding my body. But for what reasons? To look better naked?…