I hate running. In fact, I don't think hate is a strong enough word for my feelings towards it. You see, I have a desk job. A very good one in fact where they feed me several times a day, take me to fancy restaurants, hold weekly events catered with delicious food. You see Forest, I love food. I don't care what kind of chocolate I pull from a box as long as it's chocolate. However, this has become a problem...I'm going on a cruise this weekend. A week long getaway to Jamaica where I will be wearing a swimsuit in front of possibly several cute boys.
So, last week upon my return from California, I decided to eat healthy for my two weeks home, while exercising frequently to lose a few pounds. Then I talked to my cousin on Saturday at my family reunion. She just had a baby...and she's tiny! I asked her, "how do you do it???" Her reply was an 8 mile run every morning?!?!?! That's fantastic? But what if I hate running? I don't mind the part of getting all ready to work out. I don't even mind the gym. However, whenever I approach running, I have this mentality every time that I will succeed in running the entire distance that I plan on covering. How hard could it be?
Let me tell you, it sucks. After about my first two minutes on the road, the only thing I can think about is how much I hate it, and want to stop. I keep trying to convince myself that if I do it every day, I will eventually like it. Well, it's been two weeks and I still hate it. I know that your way of coping with a break up results in you running across the country. Props to you for that. However, if it were me, I'd stick to a pint of ice cream and a chick flick.
Sincerely,
Jenica
