The amount of bloggers I read that having been running 5k's and 8k's and 10k's and triathlons is starting to frighten me. I kind of thought they were all lounging out at home like I am. I'd be happy to spend very little time in the out of doors. But these people, with all the running... GAH! Making me feel like a slug. And not only do they spend all this time outside - they run while outside.
Have I ever mentioned I don't run?
Bear chasing me? Don't run.
Mad killer wielding a knife? Don't run.
Child with slimy hands while I'm on my way out the door to an adult function? Okay, I walk briskly.
So yes, I'm dead from the bear and the knife wielding killer but no PB&J stains on my clothes.
And NO. RUNNING.