I went running yesterday. Ouch.
What was I thinking?! I do not like excercise. I am not my sister Dana! I am not even on a diet! So why run?!
Because my friend Erika is training for a marathon.
Today, with my aching legs crying out in pain and anguish, that sounds frighteningly similar to "Because everyone else is doing it!" No teenager, and no 38-year-old wanna' be teenager, should ever confuse that thought with sound reasoning.
Yesterday morning, though, I just figured that if Erika is already running 16 miles a day, and she's not really a runner, either, then certainly I could run, rather than walk, my daily dog-walking trail through the neighborhood.
Today, though, I am sore. I am also not training for a marathon. Best of luck to you, Erika. I'll just be walking...about 26 miles behind you.
2 comments:
HA! That was funny. I used to not be a runner - in fact, I still don't consider myself a runner. I'm a jogger.
Don't run...dance! Same benefit, more fun.
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