Running

I hate running. I hate running. I hate even the thought of it. I want someone to come to my house at 6am and pick me up and make me go out there. I want to learn to not hate running. I want it to be my friend. I want someone to come over and say, “okay, lets go” and drag me out of bed because I don’t want to get up.

Tell me why you love running, all you runners. Why do you love pounding the streets in the freezing cold?

This entry has nothing to do with art and everything to do with art as unfortunately your body is connected to you mind; and to make your mind work best, you have to (ug) exercise. You have to, even if you hate it.

We don’t always get to do what we love. Sometimes we have to do what we hate. I will tell you how it goes.

Running.  Ick, oh ick. oh ick.