Thursday, August 1, 2013

I fucking hate running.

I don't get it.

I've tried to like it, I've tried to use it as a stress reliever, but no matter how you slice it, I fucking hate running.

It hasn't stopped me from trying, but I still don't understand it.

It hurts, I look funny when trying it, my bladder doesn't like my body moving that much...it just is plain uncomfortable!

I tried being one of those people who runs every morning and they feel good and healthy after, but usually I feel sweaty and out of breathe.

And yet, I still would like to do a 5k.

Am I crazy? Yes, I think that is pretty well established.

I think for me its more of a "look how far I've come" thing.

In high school we had to do a mile and I'm pretty sure it took me like 25 minutes.

It was embarrassing and I hated myself afterwards.

But now, I can walk a 15 minute mile, no problem!

I still want to push myself further though.

I didn't get a 5k done this year, but next year I shalt force myself!

Maybe I need a mantra, something like "Just keep running, just keep running."

I have often found running towards a goal helps. Like puppies! I will always run towards a puppy and then stop and play with it and then I forget about the whole running part.

Anyways, moral of the story, damn you running!