I miss running. I used to love the way I felt after a run, how de-stressed I felt and how the whole thing was a mental game when you boiled it down.
Tammer has been training for a marathon and is experiencing some severe burnout. It's no fun for her, I know. And I've been there. Today she was venting about it, and when she finished she just looked at me, waiting for a response. I smiled and said, "I have cancer."
She just said, "F**k." and left, coming back an hour later, all hot and sweaty. She goes, "Thanks, that was very motivating. I just did 7 miles." It made me laugh. This cancer thing is getting me out of alot of situations lately, and I got free ice cream for it the other day. :)
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