Dear God....

I hate running. It pains me. It makes my legs hurt, and my lungs burn. As I run I often think to myself "Dear Lord strike me down now so I won't be quitting, I'm sure being struck by lighting is far more pleasurable then this jogging thing." Instead I think god does this...

God is laughing at me and my quest to run. 

So today i actually ran with my mom, I realized early into it that she has a much faster pace than I and after awhile I was sucking wind badly. I hate that I'm slow, it really just annoys me. So tomorrow I might try the Fartlek thing, anyone care to join me?