tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039632673099013759.post8078780480559232146..comments2015-10-15T05:25:46.956-07:00Comments on i married a runner: i ran the slowest 5k of his life.dezphairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566575720623641808noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039632673099013759.post-16420828662413227332010-11-22T01:19:16.661-08:002010-11-22T01:19:16.661-08:00Haha! Thanks. In some level, I agree with your P...Haha! Thanks. In some level, I agree with your POV. I guess it will be a long courtship before I fall in love with running. It feels like you're not going anywhere, and it seems that roads play tricks on you by stretching longer the more steps you take. If only I could lose weight by writing and reading. I'd love to ride horses, but well... running is cheaper.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13760620312026223469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039632673099013759.post-35158449222472678202010-11-21T15:46:02.163-08:002010-11-21T15:46:02.163-08:00I'll preface this by saying I am a curmudgeon....I'll preface this by saying I am a curmudgeon. I know people who run but I'll never understand it. My problem isn't that it is a bit painful but that it's boring. The feelings are unpleasant and the reward of being able to do it is not that enticing. You just focus on the running and that's not too interesting. If it's about health I'd rather be kind to my knees and bicycle (which I do). Based on these feelings I'm impressed by your accomplishment. :Dbleubughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05155597187392547837noreply@blogger.com