Even though I am the laziest person I know, I run. (Case-in-point: if I have to pee I will wait until I have to get up to do something else because I'm too lazy to get up just to pee. Though I suppose you might call this efficient, rather than lazy...)
I started running because I woke up one day and realized that I was a fatass. I know right? It was the strangest thing. One night, the fat fairy paid me a visit and voila! I was fat the next day. That bitch.
But I digress... so running happened to be the cheapest form of exercise that didn't require joining a gym. I hate gyms because gyms expose me to more people than I would otherwise need to be exposed to and I hate people. And I think I hate gym people most of all.... OK, that's probably not completely true. I'm sure I could find another group of people who I hate more.
I also like to run alone. I don't need running to be my social outlet to bond with other runners (runners are actually pretty fucking annoying as a whole). And I don't need someone yammering next to me while I run. I don't need someone yammering next to me when I'm not running.
I never really understood those happy, dance-y, jazz hands types of exercising. I mean, I guess it's a good workout if you're into that kind of nonsense, but exercise shouldn't be about dancing around like fools in fashionable attire; it should be about pain and torture and masochism, which is why i run.
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So far I've run 2 marathons. I realize that I had no good reason to run the 2nd one. I mean why would anyone want to go through that again? I already came, saw and conquered. I didn't need to do it twice.
Well apparently I need to do it 3 times 'cause I'm supposedly running my third in December 2011.
I'll keep you posted on any and all further developments.