I went running THREE TIMES this week. I hate running, too, but this hasn't been bad. I think what usually happens is I go too hard or too long and end up pooping myself out, thereby waylaying any further attempts at the sport. I'm doing the couch to 5K running plan, and I've got 8 weeks to go. However, we have a race scheduled in about 5 weeks. I won't be ready for it, but I will be more ready than I was for the last one.
Running makes me feel sexy and productive (when it doesn't make me feel dead) because supposedly if I do it enough I will eventually be a runner. Runners are skinny, energetic folk who wear tight fitting, technologically advanced clothing that does stuff like "wick." I want clothes that wick, too! But I'm pretty sure I've actually got to do the running to justify the fanciness, so I'll let you know in a month or two how that's progressing.
When I finally earn some real running clothes, I'll start out with this.
Wishing Eye Was There
1 day ago