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Convo with a friend tonight after going for a run:

me:  Well, that was both better and worse than I thought it'd be

Fuss:  oh?

 me:  'okay, this isn't so bad, I feel pretty good, actually'

'ooo, okay, that interval was a little harder'

'oh god'

Fuss:  hehehe

me:  'CRAMPS OMG CRAMPS I HATE THIS WHYYYY'

'ow'

'oh, okay this one was a little bit easier'

'hey I feel great I could keep going'

'oh fuck there's one more interval? DAMMIT'

*dies*

Fuss:  hehe

remember to go slooooow

me:  I DID!

Fuss:  and that you will improve pretty fast

me:  it was pathedic
I think a toddler outpaced me at one point

the flab on my butt hurts

Fuss:  I hate the jiggle

me:  i distinctly remember at one point thinking "ow my flab!"

and then a Jesus-lover* caught me when I was red-faced and out of breath and cooling down and Spoke The Word at me for a while

and I was too out of breath and stunned to easily wiggle free

And then later:

me:  Man, I so want a beer after that run.

It was all I was thinking about through the last half of it

'I deserve a beer after all this crap'

Fuss:  lol

would kinda defeat teh purpose of the run though

me:  nuh uh! Muscle and stamina building!  And wheat is good for you yo!
Fuss:  lol

me: okay off to shower and sew!

have a good night, Fuss!  It was nice chatting running with you!  Or is that running chatting? Chat running? Run chatting? My brain is weird right now. TIME TO HYDRATE!

*His words, not mine.