I hate running. I hate most exercise in general, but I especially hate running. It’s monotonous. The weather is always too hot or too cold to enjoy running. If the “runner’s high” is a real thing and not a practical joke that runners made up to get the rest of us to get up too early in the morning, I don’t think I’m physically capable of experiencing it.
Yet for the past six months, I’ve gotten up at dawn to run three miles for half an hour three times a week. I still don’t enjoy it very much, nor does
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