I was trying to run. After three miles, I had an asthma attack. Ten minutes later, I felt good enough to move again and I forced myself to run another three - whereupon I had another attack. But I continued. And had another attack a mile later. Gritting my teeth, I started again, only to have knee pain stop me.
"It shouldn't be this hard! Why am I working so damned hard just to do a workout that won't get me anywhere and which no one will care about?" I wailed, inwardly. Then, "But, if I keep running, it'll get easier with time."
That's when it hit me: no, it shouldn't get easier. It's friggin' hard. It's supposed to be hard. If it were easy, everyone would do it. Yes, people are running fast races on minimal training and playing around, never knowing what hard work is because they don't have to work hard. Screw 'em; this is serious - I'm running for my life here.
Oh fer cute, Strava
6 days ago