I started to run two weeks ago.
Never thought I would ever run.
As exercise.
Because I could see myself running from danger.
Then getting caught because I couldn't run anymore.
Anyway, I started running.
IT SUCKS.
It actually sucks.
It sucks as much as it sounds like it's going to suck.
I honestly don't understand people that run for fun.
My friend runs marathons and races for fun.
Because he enjoys it.
That is beyond my understanding.
Running means sweat, heat, and breathing problems.
I've felt like I cant breath.
Like I am going to asphyxiate because I am not getting enough air.
I hope it goes away as I get in better shape.
It really sucks.
So why am I doing it?
I do it because I like eating.
I do.
Not necessarily horrible and terrible foods but I like eating.
My metabolism isn't like it used to be so I figure I can combat my eating with exercise.
Instead of dieting.
Because let me tell you:
DIETING <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< RUNNING
I am also rock climbing.
Which is nice.
I like that.
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