Here’s the thing . . . . I kinda like to run.
It’s like the elementary school crush we all had.
Or the high school sweetheart.
Except only 100 times worse.
Because we all know how those two worked out. Well, unless you married your elementary school crush or your high school sweetheart. If so, then . . . never mind. ::snort::
I like it so much I want to marry it sometimes.
I know, right?
I’m talkin’ serious bidness here, y’all.
And the most amazing thing is . . . there are other people like me. They get giddy planning for a run. They feel stressed out if they can’t run. Some of their best inspiration comes while they’re out pounding the pavement.
These people are like . . . like . . . like my sole mates. ::snort::
It’s an addiction I hope to never be treated for.
That is all.
If you’re not addicted to running, what are you addicted to? And you better not say Jack Bauer.