In high school, I was on the volleyball and track teams. My college didn’t have a track, so I dropped down to just volleyball. But I kept running – much to my roommate’s dismay.
After college though, I’ll admit, I’ve let myself go a bit. I’m not fat – and I’m not looking for a pity party. I’m just way out of shape!
I moved recently (100% due to the break-up) and my new building has a gym. I – in a moment of sheer stupidity – decided today, I’d get back on that horse.
Not smart.
Two years ago when The-Relationship-From-Hell started, I was running 5 miles every morning just for the fun of it. This morning, I barely lasted a lap before I felt like doubling over in lung bursting anguish.
Now, hours later, my legs still feel like they’re going to explode!
ah, I wish I had a gym in my building or at least street :)
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