I’ve decided that instead of being jealous or admiring those people you see running around so effortlessly, with teeny, tiny butts and no bat-wing arms, I feel sorry for them.
Because in order to have that little body fat they have to run a lot.
And I’m guessing that means they feel like I feel today, after a 4 1/2 mile run with GS: like crap.
Not only does my ass hurt (t-band, I’m guessing – but maybe it’s a harbinger of hip replacement surgery) but I’m exhausted. I laid on the couch like a dead thing for two hours after I got home. I’m telling everyone that I was “spending time with DS2″ because we watched a movie, but really all I was doing was trying not to fall asleep.
So, I figure these people who are actual runners must feel like this much of their lives.
How sad and to be pitied is that?
