. . . are very hard to start again. At least the good ones.
I used to run every morning and if I could sneak it in at the evenings also. If you happened to be in my hometown during my high school years, you probably saw a lunatic boy running aimlessly around the "duck pond" and streets--be it in the summer's heat, winter's coolness, day or night sun or rain.
But that was two years ago.
Recently I noticed an alarming sign of onset obesity: I could no longer fit in a pair of pants. I decided it was time to pick up running again. Goodness gracious, Mission Impossible 5. Running three miles is still pretty quick, but I feel dead at the end.
Here's to an active summer. (Hopefully.)
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