Sometimes I run. These are some of the things I hate and love about this lovely form of torture:
Hate:
- When you are running past someone standing in their yard and they stare at you and check if their peripheral vision is working properly.
- When people yell out their window that I should accept my body for what it is, as if losing weight were the only reason I might be running. For your information, ma'am or sir, I love running.
- When strangers tell me I should be running when I take a walking break. Thank you, you who are sitting in your car.
- When someone passes you while you're running and they are definitely going faster than you. But they are going a shorter distance, obviously.
Love:
- The camaraderie amongst runners. When you see one another on a run, you give a cool nod. When you see them while in non-athletic clothes, you silently cheer them on.
- When you run to your favorite spot at the creek and there's no one there to bug you.
- When cars stop for you to cross.
- Sunsets from different vantage points. My favorites are usually on country roads.
- Random prayer spots.
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