...and I have no one to blame for the discomfort but myself. It is causing me to re-working my theology of Hell…eternal punishment will involve running long, long distances.
I joined a running group. Saturdays at 9am we meet and run. Then through out the week there is runner’s homework. They have given us a schedule of how many times we need to run on our own and how far we should run. I only got two finished of three distances last week and I felt it today going up a hill.
I enjoy running, I do, I enjoy running. The joy doesn’t come till after the run is over and my whole body celebrates. The whole thing makes me question own my sanity. I found this poster on Despair, Inc. it sums up my thoughts at the 2km point this morning.