Monday, June 29, 2009
Running, a Love Story
I've become very committed to my runs. Three times a week I get on my shoes and go. When I don't go, I start to feel, I don't know, funny. I like how I feel after I run, and before I head out I'm excited, but during the run, it's just OK. Fine. Better than I thought it'd be, but nothing like a perfect swim or a yoga class (which, for the record, I can't take because it would take so long and I have a two-year-old wrist situation). All of this to say, I admire people who feel this way about running, but me, I don't think I'll ever get there.