Running

The Turkey Trot (a 5K race on Thanksgiving) is tomorrow and I'm excited for it.

Although... I haven't run in a long time, so I can't expect to do that well.  But I'm still going to give it everything I've got!

But you know, running, man, now that's a tough sport.  Basically, you can't say you ran a race well unless you really pushed your limits.  And when you push your limits, it hurts.  And if you're not a pro runner, you're going to really struggle during the race (although I'd guess that even pro runners struggle too).  And you're not going to be winning gold, setting course records and all that, so often you have nothing other than yourself to motivate you.  I mean, there might be the occasional crowd that cheers for you or a friend running next to you, but other than that, it's an empty track, or spectators that don't care about you, or other runners who probably aren't going to be encouraging you on.  And then you finish and collapse to the ground exhausted, feeling on the verge of passing out or throwing up, going through the rest of the day tired and with a headache and so on...

Why am I even looking forward to it anyway??  I don't actually know; in fact I'm starting to reconsider...  No! I have to commit myself to the idea that I like being in pain running!

Yeah, I have my experiences in the sport of running.  I remember my cross country days in high school...
But that's another story.