Here's how fast I run - Joe ran earlier in the day while I was at work but in his recent efforts to be supportive, he went to run along with me at 5pm. After the run, he made it a point to tell me that he would shower after dinner because he wasn't sweaty, just he was wearing his sweaty clothes from earlier and they made him smell. Yes, thank you for pointing out that while I am DYING and the sweat is pouring off me, you did not sweat at all from our efforts.
Also, the reason he made it a point to go with me is because when we ran on Saturday,
Don't eff with me you white ass crackas! You going home to your rich white house? CRACKAS!!!See, I'm very much a believer in "live and let live". Also, I must point that my white cracka ass was nowhere near his house. But when the crazy dude who dances around in front of traffic and refuses to move is chasing me down calling me a white ass cracka? I tend to feel a little uncomfortable.
Other than that, running is pretty boring. I hate it. I'm totally on a mission to beat it into submission because I just hate it that much. Some people think inspirational thoughts as their feet hit the pavement. Right, left, right, left, keep, going, keep, going, you can, do it, you can, do it. I tried boo,yah, boo, yah but I keep coming back to a chant of hate, this, hate, this, kill, me, kill, me, stu-,pid.
But in theory, six weeks from now I'll be able to run a 5k. We'll see how that works out for me.