I used to never see the point in running unless someone was chasing me.
Today for the first time in a year, I ran on the treadmill. In fact, I kinda liked it. Then I realized that although some one wasn’t chasing me, my flabby butt indeed was following a bit to close. So now I realize that I am going to continue to run like someone was chasing me, my chubby self. I must run faster and ditch her and her flabby ass.
because it makes me feel stronger and I like that.
what I saw while I was running