anyways, we all know i don't like running of any kind, and i wouldn't like it even if i had 80,000 open nostrils to breathe for me. i only run when i'm being chased by robbers, or as my mom likes to remind me, the only time i'd run when i was little was at halftime of a soccer game because i knew i could take a break immediately after my sprint to the side. ha, mom, HA. eventually i wised up and just quit competitive team sports altogether, but she just likes to remind me of my youthful days.
but seriously, i just think running is icky and incredibly boring. and if it's your thing, more power to you, but i'd rather walk leisurely around the mall looking for sales and say i worked out. done and done.
however, my sister and i are going to do a 5k in the fall making it necessary to do the training stuff so i don't sit down in the road 3 minutes after we start the 5k because let's be honest, those 5k people are wayyy more hardcore than the mall walkers. but the million dollar question: WHY did i agree to it? i think maybe i was delirious or something when we were talking about it, but seriously ... why why WHY? it's the question i ask myself each day i look for my sneakers and go outside to run (aka jog lightly and pretend it was a hardcore run). i even had to buy socks for this little adventure because my sandals, heels, and flip flops don't exactly require socks.
i'm thinking maybe my body is just rebelling against this running thing and making my nostrils close up so that i can relax inside instead of get all hot and sweaty in this ungodly heat. either way, all i know is both nostrils need to be working unless you really want to pass out when running. pssh. i think i'll stick to my mall walking.