I'm nervous. No idea why.
Feel like I want to stay home, curl up with a book. Where did the excitement go?
I was so jazzed yesterday. Went to the mall with a friend, went to the Nike store. So. Many. Cute. Things. That are super tiny. Like toothpick limbs tiny. Teeny. Ummm...I'm pretty sure there is supposed to be a difference between this:
And this:
Just trying to help, Nike, just trying to help.
Why is there so much math involved with running? I just want to go. I don't want to do equations and ratios. This is my 'brain-off' time. Are there any other runners out there like me? I go for distance. I want to run as long as I can, and then even longer. Time doesn't matter so much. Like, if it takes me 6 hours to go ten miles, I'm cool with that. Because I went the ten miles I said I would.
Off to the gym!
The gym! Yikes!
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