This is my first post on this blog. Hopefully it goes well. But, knowing me...well, it might not.
I will start by telling you the circumstances of this forced physical activity.
A few weeks ago, my brother Moses decided that he was going to be a goody-goody and excersize!
His plan was to do pushups and runs on alternate days.
This went quite well (for him).
But then my parents decided, oh, fitness, we want you to be healthy, and Jada needs to run too!
So four days ago I was sitting peacefully in my chair, strumming on my guitar (I had decided to learn how to play 'The Scientist', by Coldplay), when my father comes up to me and says,
"Don't eat anything. We are going on a run."
I fiercely objected, my argument containing the points
- But I'm hungry.
- We tried this before. I don't run.
- I walk with my feet turned unnaturally far outwards, it hurts my ankles to run.
- I do not feel good thinking about running.
- I do not feel good while I am running.
- I do not feel good after I am finished running.
- Running does not make me feel good.
- I can ride my bike! I like to ride my bike!
- What's the big deal, anyway? I've been drinking water lately and I'm not fat.
- Well, not really.
- Also, you said you wouldn't make me run after we tried it before!
Among others.
Did he listen? Noooooope.
You see, my father is obsessed with running, chiefly so after he read some kind of book about how humans are born to run and whatever mumbo-jumbo people who enjoy running want to hear. So, since he likes to run, he has this absurd idea that everyone should like to run.
This is not the case.
But, as I was brainstorming possible ways to checkmate him in the argument, something came to me.
It was one word. It was the first word of my beloved 9th Doctor, in fact.
The word was "Run!"
I love Doctor Who, and I maintain a belief that, someday, the Doctor will come for me. But being with the Doctor...well, it involves a lot of running. And, as I see it, the only good thing that could possibly come out of this experience is that, when the Doctor comes for me, I will be able to keep up.
So this is a blog about running, as blogged by a fifteen-year-old nerd girl who loves to read and hates to run.
This blog will probably contain
- Complaints about my running experiences
- Examples of things that make running less horrendous.
- Playlists of music for running, because apparently it helps
- Small, short stories that illustrate why I hate to run.
- And inspiration from various nerdy places.
So, welcome to Cramps. I hope you enjoy your brief stay.
Thank you.
Allons-y!
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