...and I hate my body. That's why I'm putting it through this torture. And hopefully by doing so we will start hating each other less and less. Today was awful. It was, officially, my first day of training for a half marathon. Technically, it was supposed to start yesterday with running, but my roommate didn't feel good so we vowed to make it up on Friday. So today was cross training day and we rode our bikes for 30-40 minutes. Well, she probably did. I rode, took a break, rode, took a break, walked up some hills, rolled down some hills, and died twice. I don't think I ever want to ride my bike again. Actually, that's not true. Just maybe not on such steep hills. And it's not like these hills are particularly steep, I'm just so out of shape and have never really ridden a bike on hills at all. I'm from flat country. Plus my gears kind of suck.
Tomorrow is running, and I have a feeling I'm going to die a few more times. But hopefully as the weeks pass I'll get better and better, and my body won't hate me so much. And maybe on the next cross training day I'll swim laps instead.
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