So I've gotten back into running again. And I'm addicted to it again. I hate the feeling before though, when I'm tying my shoes, turning on my Ipod and starting the timer on my watch. It's like butterflies in my stomach, the anticipation of pushing myself mentally and physically.
And when I start, taking those first steps, it's almost nauseating because I know in a a little while I'm going to feel like pure hell.
But when I'm done, exhausted, sweating, and feeling completely healthy it's all worth it. And that's why I'm addicted.
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