Run to YouWednesday
My lungs were on fire. Why was I doing this again? Oh, yeah, I signed up for a 5k race to impress a co-worker and get him to notice me. Smooth, man. Real smooth. I usually avoided anything to do with getting sweaty, except s*x, of course. I’m not that crazy. But the last time I had done anything even remotely athletic was in college, and that was only because it was a required course as a freshman, and it was softball. I rode the bench, mostly.
So here I was at seven o’clock in the evening, running on the treadmill at the gym as I tried to make it to the half-hour mark. Everyone else around me looked focused and impressive—expensive exercise attire, iPods, that focused ‘just do it’ look. I had on an old pair of shorts from college that sported a few holes and a faded
