<human>: Running... oh god running. My most dreaded enemy. I would do anything to get out of a run.

My roommate (and best friend) said that we had to go running. I had no say. Get dressed into workout clothes. Here's a water. Let's go.

I was breathing fire (thanks to my lovely asthma, despite puffs of my inhaler). My knees were screaming in agony. My shins felt like they were going to splinter and fall apart (shin splits from poor running posture and flat feet, helped by special shoes).

But... I did it. I actually ran. A half hour of running. Not straight, we did walking intervals. But it was a fast walk. 

It's been an hour since, and I'm still shaking from that whole lack of oxygen thing. But despite the shaking. Despite the achy knees and shins... I FEEL FANTASTIC. What? I don't.... I don't even know. I'm just so happy. I don't understand why my stupid self never thinks to go for a run instead of eating. Eating makes me feel worse. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! 

Still pondering that. Just wanted to get this all out there. And tell people. People that don't like running. LOOK AT ME. I'm a mess. I don't ever run. BUT I LOVED IT. Find someone to go with you. Or even go alone. The endorphins... They're like the best kind of high ever. I'm so happy.

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<bot>: Running is my worst enemy, but is now also my drug. I hate it but I LOVE it. I have problems.