Running is such a jealous sport. You got to set time for it,
love it both in fun and lazy periods, devote time to it and spoil it every now and then (e.g., pay expensive registration fees for select races, an expensive gear or two yearly, etc.).
If you ignore it for some time, set it aside for more worthy pursuits, or just make it last in your priorities; it haunts you with jeans that won't fit, a bulging tummy, love handles that
previously did not exist. It gets even.
It lets you pay for the times you ignored
it. You suddenly have extra expenses for
medicines for the trip(s) to the doctor, you swipe your card more than the usual for the new set of
clothes because your favorite shirts are too tight for comfort.
I should know because I'm paying for it now.
Sorry, dear Running. I'll try to make it up to you. I promise.
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