I did the Vancouver Sun Run once, and I probably ran three quarters of the thing, but the entire way I looked at other runners, thinking ‘Why?’ I’ve never understood why you would run if nobody was chasing you. You know what I remembered as I ran? How much I hate running. I filled up my iPod with an exercise playlist - there is a *lot* of punk music on there - and hit the pavement. As it turned out, it was nice (by which I mean not raining) and so I had to run (by which I mean drag my sorry, unfit self around at a pace slightly faster than that of a snail). Why? Why must he do that so early? I don’t like mornings, Sir Richard, or exercise, Sir Richard, so just play nice, would you?) Aaaanyway, instead of running in the morning, I decided to bank on this wacky weather you prairie folk call ‘spring’ and see what the evening held. (Ok, it was only silent at my end… he was yowling at me like a maniac. At that point, my cat Sir Richard and I shared a silent promise… I would feed him some delicious treat food, and he would turn the other cheek and let me run in the evening instead. Then I looked out the window again at the continuing flickers of white snow. As I stood in the kitchen, I looked out the window. It was the first real day of the training schedule, which meant it was probably too early to be cutting class, so I was resigned to running. When I woke up this morning at seven o’clock, it was snowing, but my triathlon calendar thingy on the fridge told me I had to run for 15 minutes. Manage Print Subscription / Tax Receiptĭay one: Dear Running, I find you repugnant.
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