For a number of reasons, I've decided to start running. I started today and I already hate it. It was the longest 30 minutes of my life. People do this for fun??? I have friends who do this kind of thing for fun, and I'm beginning to seriously doubt them. The only thing that made it fun was pretending that I was running a race, with the crowd cheering and calling my name. Thank you, I smiled, waving and gracefully accepting their praise. A few people even got a thumbs-up or a high-five. Naturally, I now feel that I must continue with my running hobby. For the fans. In all seriousness, I'm hoping the next time will be better- I was wearing big pants and a big shirt and the gym is real hot and I figure next time I'll just run naked. In my supportive running sneakers, of course.