So I FINALLY broke down and bought running shoes. Cuz Phil thinks
I'm getting fat and that I should work out. I found a $69.99 pair for $16.99, and snagged them. They're gorgeous. I'm so excited. Then yesterday I had the most miserably boring day EVER, and decided that today, I was gonna RUN. Naturally, it's too hot outside, so I slide on over to the clubhouse gym. Treadmill.
It's been a while. I'm not a runner, I don't claim to be a runner, I don't have any desire to ever be a runner. But I figured, what the heck, run. So I started running.
Walked for two minutes, ran for five, walked for two, ran for five, etc... Mile and a half. Not bad for my first day. Feeling good. Could have gone longer, except...
And you wonder why I don't run.