The word “running” used to conjure up painful and awkward memories of gym class. My middle-school gym teacher, Mrs. Morey, would stand her roly-poly body at the top of the hill behind our school, barking through a megaphone between bites of beef jerky at us red-faced kids as we ran circles…
cross country and...throughout high school give me stress fractures
adore this. Especially numbers 7
Nope, running still sucks. Ran in high school. Wanted to die every day.
Slowly working on being a runner! Yahoo!