Yep, they've been patiently waiting for me in my closet for about 2 weeks now. I have been a runner all my life. I started running track in junior high school when I was 12 years old. I continued with track throughout high school but not because I was super passionate about it - it was more like I'd lose a little weight before school got out for the summer. Throughout college and my 20's, I continued to lace up my running shoes and venture out on the street or indoors on a treadmill to try and keep my heart healthy and my legs sexy. With all the practice and all the miles I have logged, running is still hard for me. It's not something I look forward to doing, but once I get started, I feel empowered and special and healthy. My legs take over and I pace my breaths. When I get tired, I stop and walk for a bit. I'm definitely not the fastest nor the strongest runner, but I do it because when I'm done, I feel powerful.
That being said, I have been a super lazy, chocolate chip cookie eating fat ass for the last few weeks! I can't decide where my motivation went or how to get it back. It's been unusually cold where I live, so it's been hard to make myself go out when it's 43 degrees in the middle of spring. Maybe my body is telling me I need to take a rest and just enjoy eating butter for now. I wish that were true. I'll try again tomorrow.
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