I didn't inherit the running gene.
I hate it, but as I've told you here, I kind of do it begrudgingly as a necessary evil. I've completed two 5K races and try to run once a week or so.
Last weekend, I went to the gym with Lawn Boy and I did this
Afterwards, when I took off my shoes, I found this
I didn't even feel it.
I think I am officially a runner.
How in the world did THAT happen?
Daddy says welcome to the club and to get better fitting shoes!
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