Clueless is also what I am when I run. Tonight I went for a run (on a treadmill so it doesn't really count, I know, I know). I'm starting to get a little tired so I look down to check out how things are goin...I see 7 minutes 40 seconds and think "man, I definitely should have used my inhaler before I started." Two minutes pass and I look down again, this time completely removing my magazine to see my distance which reads 2.09 miles. I stared at it for at least 10 seconds trying to figure out what in the world was going on. Maybe the computer never cleared after the last person got off I thought. Then, looking at my time once again I realize I had not ran 7 minutes, but 17 and now I was up to 19.
When God was creating me he never once thought "and this girl is going to be an awesome runner!" I can not even keep track of breathing and keeping my arms moving at the same time. I have a lot more respect for those track and cross country crazies now, a lot more goes into running than you'd think. Whenever I think of running I just laugh at myself.
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