Running Sucks
Yes, it does. And that is why I don’t do it. I almost died trying to run a full 5k today. Running on the flat road seemed too much of a snooze, so i chose a 5k route that had a little mountain in it. The run up the Buan mountain was just bearable. There were some tough moments where I felt as if my stride was less than a couple centimeters. I got to the top though, and I was mildly happy. It was 4k at that point and I had a nice view…of the ground. I was out of breath and bent over looking at perhaps the only patch of grass in all of Buan. It was a nice green, similar to the color of my face.
I regained my composure after a few deep inhales, and tried to prepare myself for the upcoming part. The most painful moment for any runner, I’m sure! -Running down an incline, trying to stop the body from collapsing into the ground. I could feel my leg joints being crushed by the weight of my upper body. I wanted to curl up in a ball and just roll down. I think that would of been much faster and surely less painful.
I made the 5k mark with gritted teeth. I was so happy to be done. I will never run 5k again, that is, until this weekend’s race. OK, after that I will never run again.