i can’t run very far, or very fast, but it’s a start.
some days i love it. some days i want to die. some days – most days – my knees kill me, and some days i wonder if i’ll ever be able to run for more than a few minutes at a time without needing to stop and walk for a bit.
but i can feel myself getting a little stronger everyday. and that’s a nice feeling.
still waiting for the fabled ‘runner’s high’, though…
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