Today’s run was OK but that doesn’t mean I liked it. The whole time I reminded myself that I hate running.
I’m glad to have another week down. Only 7 more to go. Thirty-two more runs. Yes, I’m to the point where I’m counting down until I’m done. Around the last week of this thing I’ll swear off running forever. Then I’ll pick some new cardio plan that I’ll eventually learn to hate. I’m used to the process now.
Sometimes when I’m running it helps to imagine a time when I won’t have to run. I like to think that I will reach a weight I’m happy with and just lift three times a week. Until that time I’ve just got to do what I’ve got to do. It’s still nice to dream about it though.