I barely made it through the mile “run” yesterday. I can honestly say I ran more yesterday than I have in my entire life, and definitely did better than I did in my high school gym class. I used the strategy of run the straightaways, walk the curves.
At some point, I realized this was going to take a long time, and it was really going to suck. And, I couldn’t breathe. PANIC! Near tears. How will I keep going for…. three more laps? I could be in this misery for fifteen minutes!?!
The, I said, fuck this, I’ve had panic attacks last longer than 15 minutes. I can do this.
Standing around with the coach at the end, I was joking with some friends. The coach said, “But look at you now, you’re on a runner’s high.”
He doesn’t know me. I’m naturally loud.
Please do not mistake my boisterousness for athleticism.