Running. I used to be able to run 10km without much trouble, so I thought I’d get back into it and run the 4km trail by my house. Piece of cake right? Sure, if cake ran for only 4.5 minutes, wheezed, slipped in mud, and fell face first into dog crap. Okay, that didn’t actually happen, but it might as well have. I thought I was going to die. Needless to say I’m a long way from running a half marathon in October.
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New word: Ralk. Means alternating walking and running.
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