I used to think running was boring...

Well, I (Kimberly) ran 10 miles yesterday. I've always wanted to be able to say that. Double digits! In miles! I ran it in 1:50. I don't know if I'll ever be able to run again though. I may need an extra long break now considering how my left hip is schmerzing and kanipsing now with each step. Oh, well, I'm a runner. There isn't any chaffing, joint pain, weather, dogs, or random people who feel they need to comment on my running that can stop me (it just slows me down a little and makes me think creatively on the fly). Jonathan's mom lost many of her toenails after running a marathon in Hawaii, now that is impressive! I could only dream of being that hardcore. A while back when things were melting and then froze again, I was hobbling across a section of rutty ice when a someone rolled down the passenger window of their car and hollered, "Run faster!". I laughed, and then realized they looked serious. Then I wanted to chain them to a treadmill and make them run for mile upon mile while I threw debris onto the treadmill. As far as thinking creatively, I have used magic mittens to prevent chaffing on the fly. I have been alarmed at how many dogs just wander the streets, happy to chase a runner. I've had such bad runs that I wished a car would hit me just a little so that I could have a good excuse to stop. Of course, then runners started to get hit by cars on purpose and then I realized that it probably wouldn't have worked out that well for me any way. Most of the time I am thinking things like, just keep going, keep moving your legs, oh half way to the next mile, wow my knee does actually hurt with each and every step, when can I walk next, I can't wait to walk. And then runners fly past you and you think, I wonder what mile they are on, and I wish we could all have signs on us that say "On, mile 9/10". Or something like that. Yes, running is much more exciting than I would have thought.