I hate to run.
From the grueling exhaustion, to the joint pain, to the universal fact that time goes by three times slower the second you start running, there isn’t anything to like about it.
I used to hate running so much that I would have preferred to spend a day in jail over running a mile. I remember playing sports in junior high and high school, and bar none the worst thing about the entire experience was the warm-up jogs. In tennis we had to run at least three times around the track every day and that was a good enough reason for me not to come back the next year. I was quite sure that I would never be a “runner.” I was quite wrong.no comments no comments