I'm really enjoying "running". I put it in quotations because I'm moving only slightly faster than walking. I just really like it. Why did I wait so long? I used to always joke that I didn't run unless I was being chased by someone with a knife. I don't know what I thought it would be like. Maybe it's the way I'm starting in 60 second intervals, but I am really liking it and find myself wanting to do more.
The whole thing makes me seek further introspection. I mean, was I saying things like that because I don't really like myself and didn't think I COULD do something like this? I'm pretty self-deprecating on a regular basis, using comedy as a coping skill, but really-- what was I waiting for? I feel like I CAN do anything right now.
Of course... maybe that's the endorphins talking. Hell of a drug, a brain can be.
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