I ran 2 miles today, and remembered why I hated running.
My lungs are screaming at me, still, 45 minutes later. Running tricks me into thinking that I am still a smoker, but I am not – and that’s why running is evil.
And do you know how sucky it is to be thinking, “Oh, I’m just running lalala… WHY IS THERE STILL SO MUCH RUN LEFT?”
And the answer is, “BECAUSE YOU’RE FUCKING SLOW, AMANDA.”
I think I’ve known the joy of running approximately 5 times (might be an exaggeration). Today was not one of them, don’t you see? And, like, sure – I could “stick with it” and “get (maybe) faster” and cheer myself up with logic: “you’ve done it before, you’ll do it again, you’re just lazy and wish you were a size 6 by osmosis”…
… but I’m dealing with my brain! The worst nemesis of all!
Maybe even worse than running!!
… I need a hug.