I don't like to run.
Running doesn't like me.
We accepted this fact in our relationship a long time ago when it threw me to the curb and told me I was slower than everybody else...And then I cried and took off my Nike tennis shoes and went home and ate scrambled eggs. It's what I do when I'm upset.
This semester at college though, I decided to give running another chance but, I made some rules:
1)We had to take it slow.
I wasn't going to visit it everyday. Just week days and after I ate spaghetti.
2)It can't talk back to me.
The second I pull a hamstring we're FINISHED.
3) It's got to make me look good.
If i don't feel happier with it around, then what's the point?
Once running agreed to these terms, I dove in head first and haven't looked back since....that is, until today.
Me and my roommate have been doing so good at our new "healthy lifestyle." We eat nothing but fruit, salads, and granola bars. My taste buds hate me for it. Actually, I'm pretty mad at myself about it but, it's something that had to be done.
So, as you can imagine, we were getting a little tired of all this bland, healthy junk so today, we splurged.
That's right. I said it.
Today for lunch we had pasta and bread.
Somebody should beat me with a branch.
I let myself down.
I let my running down.
I let society down.
After I feared that the world would never be the same if I didn't do some sort of exercise to make up for all those calories, me and my roommate decided it was time to go on a date with running.
He was very eager to see us.
I think we overlooked the fact that outside (where we would be visiting running) it would be 30 degrees. We were reminded of this as soon as we stepped outside into the bitter cold and my fingers almost fell off. But we still met running anyway.
We ran all the way from our 6th floor dorm room to the town square, where we took refuge in a tiny, lovely coffee shop for an hour and a half and had a much needed girl talk.
It was great.
All is right in the world now.
Running loves me.
I have mixed feelings about him.
Peace, Love, & I need a brownie now...