What's the bane of my existence?

Running. Plain and simple. Running to me is like scratching nails over a chalkboard for some. Running is like the torture you see Jack Bauer deal with on a regular basis on 24. Running will kill me one day, I promise. It will kill me just so I can prove to everyone who has ever told me that running "isn't that bad" .... I can tell you now, it's how I will find my demise.

I do it though, because it's good for you, because it gets you moving, gets you exercising. Actually it does motivate me to eat better too. I find that when I am exercising I am eating better and saying "NO" to the chocolate bin. But honest to freaking God .... running sucks. So much. I would rather walk 10 miles then run 1. I'm not exaggerating. (Which I am known to do.) This is the honest truth. I might take up speed walking. You know where people like dislocate their hips so that they can move faster. Yup, new plan, speed walking marathons here I come.

I bought new running shoes. I got a good discount. And they are PINK. PINK running shoes. They're so freaking cute. But the first time I walked in them - I got a huge blister, so now I'm working on overcoming that obstacle in addition to the whole "I hate running" obstacle.

But hey, yesterday -- I ran. I ran 2 miles. And I walked about .5 in addition to that. So in my mind, good for me.

But I promise ... If I have an untimely death -- you can blame it on the running.