I confess to hoping that the single act of running a half-marathon would make all future short runs easier and turn me into someone who enjoyed every minute of every run.
It didn't happen.
I did 3 miles with the jogging stroller this morning. It wasn't awful, and my muscles and even my blisters felt pretty good, but it wasn't miraculously easy, either. Bother!
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Where's the joy in doing something that is easy? Example - solving a Rubik's cube is not half as fun as it was when I first was learning to solve it... kinda boring now. I have to wait a while until I almost forget how before the challenge becomes fun again.
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