Running Is Like Sex
I’ve been a runner since I was about 10 years old when I used to compete with a boy named Ernesto back in catholic school, trying to be the fastest girl in fifth grade. (I never did beat him, but I got damn close in the 7th grade). In my younger days, I ran everything from cross-country to indoor track to track and field in the spring. I really got a kick out of reading about yours truly in the papers, traveling around the country for meets, and hoarding medals and trophies. I don’t even know where most of the collection is now…Anyway, in college, I wasn’t the best, but I stayed competitive. It’s been a while, but after watching the NYC Marathon on television on Sunday, I got motivated enough to put on my Asics Gel Kayanos (gotta be a runner to know about them sneaks) and went for a nice run.
As soon as I got going, I remembered why I’ve been avoiding running. To be honest, it hurts like hell and it takes a lot of mental discipline to keep going, so I try to think about everything else except my feet pounding the trail. And being the closetfreak, that I am, my mind automatically turned to sex to make time go by….
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