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I'm going to tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.. She was happy with reading, drawing, reading, writing, reading, playing her guitar, reading, watching Doctor Who, reading, and wasting time on the internet.

Then, one day, her father told her (while she was mid-bite, nonetheless), "We are going on a run today."
Her reaction was something along the lines of

The girl was upset, because, believe it or not, he had done this before. She had tried running, and she had hated it. She hated everything about it. She hated running, thinking about running, the idea of running, and so forth. It did not make her feel good. She did not feel good while doing it, or after doing it. It made her hurt.

The girl told all of this to her father, but being the insensitive, running-obsessed monster that he was, he did not listen. And he insisted that she go on a run.

The girl argued, but in vain.
She could think of no way to checkmate him in the argument, save the obvious:

Then, suddenly, she was struck with a brilliant flash of inspiration and encouragement.

You see, the girl loved Doctor Who, and she believed that, one day, the Doctor would come for her. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized that being with him involved a lot of running.

So she decided to run. Because when he came for her, she wanted to be able to keep up.

But she did not enjoy it. Not one bloody, miserable second of it. So she decided to start a blog about how much she hated it, in hopes that it might provide encouragement for other out-of-shape nerds like her who hated running.

The girl's name was Jada Rose.

So, without further ado, enjoy the blog, even if you don't enjoy the run.