I forced myself to ride the exercise bike for at least 30 minutes and did a series of weights afterwards. With each rep, I seethed with anger.
All the "Just For Men" hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can't shake me.
I'm not writing this to simply tell the story of seeing the world through Olivia's eyes, but also about accidentally making her see the world through mine.
For a good five hours on December 13, 2012, I was convinced I was going to die.