i hate running.

But i love the sense of accomplishment i get after covering 3km.. it always feels like i've won the war with my legs.

The first lap sucks, always. i totally loathe running the first lap.

To me, its overcoming the inertia of my lazy legs at the start the hardest and most tiresome part of running.

Then eventually, as i gain momentum, the next few laps become a breeze. but ONLY on days when my feet decide not to sore. like it did today. :[

So yeahh, running sucks. most of the time.


The reward i get the end of it all? Is the euphoric that kicks in when those digits on the scale drop. :) and able to succumb to my sweet cravings with no worries.