While we’ve gotten to know each other a bit over the last month, I wanted to formally introduce myself.
Hi. I’m Emily. I’ve never been a big fan of you but like an idiot I signed up for a half marathon. I wanted to challenge myself. And, boy, have you not disappointed.
To be blunt, you are awful. Every time we get together, I want to punch you in the face. You have a unique way of making me feel like I’m my 80 year old grandmother. (hi Nannie!) Did I do something to offend you?
I’ve heard, from those that enjoy you, that there is something known as a runner’s high. That eventually running will feel great, euphoric even. Well, I think they’re high off something, but it’s not running.
Running, we’re never going to be friends. But one day I hope to consider you an acquaintance; a contact that I say hi to as I pass on the street or someone who I occasionally stalk on Facebook. Until then, I will curse every mile that we hang out.
On another note, thanks for bringing me closer to my buddy, ibuprofen.