brieisme: say anything, admit it again
You see, I run. I’ve tried to explain the following verbally countless times, but my logic for running just seems non-existent. The thing about running (at least in the summer) is its absolutely dreadful and total misery three-fourths of the time. Immediately before I run, I’m in horrifying shape. Worried sick over how I don’t want to go, and hate it. My worst fears come to...