I want to run more.
I'm pretty healthy, and when I go to the gym, I can pound out an energetic half hour on the elliptical, no problem. I sweat and it feels good to get my blood pumping. But when I run, be it treadmill or outdoors, I feel like I want to die. My lungs don't work, my knees hurt, and my body feels out of sync. Something tells me I should pursue it.
So yesterday I ran two miles. Actually, maybe that's not the most accurate way to put it. Yesterday, I staggered through two miles. I ran myself ragged, into a state of total ass-kicked shambles.
Two. Miles. Yeesh.
Today, my body hurts. It aches all over, and I love it. It's embarrassing how bad I am at running, and how much I freakin' hate it, but I'm going to force myself to enjoy it. I mean... I used to hate bananas, and now I like them. So it's not impossible, right?
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