always chiseled and hairless, in the slick running magazines smiling and gliding effortlessly through the miles. They never sweat, never frown, and always run in good weather
None of those phrases describe me. Neither do I have about a hundred words to describe how much I loathe running. But I can relate to the agonies of the first year of running:
Gravity surely exerts more force just on me. I can hear the barometric pressure chuckling as it quickly doubles along only my path. My feet pull away from the ground like sweaty thighs from a hot vinyl car seat. The wind actually blows at me from opposite directions.
It's a good read from an unexpected source.
Run well, y'all,