One foot after the other

Dear ladies and gentlemen,

This ----->

is me

(and a picture shamelessly stolen off the internet, but shh)

For three days in a row.

... So ok, maybe I'm not running as fast as I can, but at a seriously slow speed that allows me to BREATHE properly, but at least I'm doing it, and while I still don't feel like doing it, I'M STILL DOING IT.

Running, that is (if the illustration wasn't enough for you, you blind person -- then again, the guy might be just standing on one foot, how do we know). Of course, my left leg is getting a blister on its underside because it doesn't like my runner, and my toes are beginning to hurt (as I begin to suspect that my runners are a littttle too small for me, but that won't be an issue until my toes fall off, so MEH), and when I'm not running, I hobble around looking really comical because of the hurt I experience in my muscles, but I'm running, goshdarnit (yeah, I'm trying to get out of my habit of swearing and saying "goddamnit")!

Why and how do I do it?

Well, remember how I said, like, two posts ago that I had started running again because I had no reason not to? Same story this time. I used to do synchronized skating, and I used to basically be fit as a, well, I can't come up with any proper anecdote right now, but you get the picture! Now, I don't actually do any sports at all, and it's a shame, because I have the knowledge and tools to make my core strength and fitness basically pretty decent -- all I am lacking is a reason to do it, and determination, because just because you've done a sport before doesn't mean that you necessarily like ALL sport.

I hate exercising.

But I'm still running, because it takes only about 40 minutes of my day, and I do nothing much else with my days, and I'm a healthy (except for my breathing problems, but that might just be something else, so I'll just ignore them) young woman who is in her prime - so I should be fit. It's a fact of life.

Before you ask, yes, this is basically how I motivate myself into doing things, by guilt-tripping myself into believing that there is no other way than to just stop whining and put the effort in, and though it may not be that nice, at least it works.

For now.

I'm just waiting for the loss of determination with fear...