I’ve never been a runner. Certainly not a runner of any kind of distance. I never played sports in school to build up much of an endurance. We ran warm-up laps in marching band and those never came easy. Those Nike shoes I had were just for looks, not actually for the purpose they were built for.
I’ve never been a runner, but I’ve always envied those who can and do. Those people who jog up and down my street making it look so effortless. Those who can go out there and slam their feet to the pavement for more than a mile. Those who can do so without taking a break to walk after a few minutes.
I’ve never been a runner, but I’m trying. Which I guess is the important thing. There was a point where this came easier (not easy, by any means, but easier than now). There was a point in my life where a 1 minute jog was no big deal. Now it’s a struggle. But I’m trying. I’m pushing. I’m tired, and hungry, and my body aches all over. I have to do this. I need to do this.
