A terrible set of drawings that depicts running as if it’s something the artist has never actually witnessed or an accurate depiction of how awkward I am as I begin a new workout routine?
YOU DECIDE!
A terrible set of drawings that depicts running as if it’s something the artist has never actually witnessed or an accurate depiction of how awkward I am as I begin a new workout routine?
YOU DECIDE!
Sometimes you just have to do things anyway.
This is a metaphor.
I ran/walked four miles anyway, but every step felt like a battle.
My first running event. Ever.
It was very rainy.
I don’t know where this speed or these distances are coming from, but I’ll take it.
Back on the running bandwagon again. This time on a treadmill at work, watching my reflection in the mirror.
I am alive.
I really didn’t expect to celebrate my longest run (so far) with bloody nipples.
But I did.
At this point I believe I have probably worked myself up to some full blown body dysmorphia. Or I should stop self-diagnosing. Either way.