tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572409.post8263163167907087424..comments2023-06-28T08:31:09.313-04:00Comments on Curly Glamour Cello Girlie: This In a Nutshell Is Why I Don't Get RunningCurly Glamour Girliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05717489841193840610noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572409.post-43009751205607601862007-08-18T21:22:00.000-04:002007-08-18T21:22:00.000-04:00Pissy - That's all that matters. I love(d) my step...Pissy - That's all that matters. I love(d) my step classes, and some people can't stand them!! Thanks for the insight from a runner!Curly Glamour Girliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05717489841193840610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572409.post-87066422396773438022007-08-17T22:36:00.000-04:002007-08-17T22:36:00.000-04:00With ya 100%.... I could NEVER run. Unless you cou...With ya 100%.... I could NEVER run. Unless you count running around the mall, running after a kid, running up my credit card bills....Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01797167028822330935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572409.post-77339444865820993892007-08-15T21:49:00.000-04:002007-08-15T21:49:00.000-04:00I felt a sense of accomplishment for being able to...I felt a sense of accomplishment for being able to run the distances and the times I was running.<BR/><BR/>I always felt great after I was finished with a run. Maybe it was the fact that I always ran with friends or my husband and we'd b.s. etc.<BR/><BR/>All I know is: it was fun to me.<BR/><BR/>Keep in mind, I didn't run my first mile until I was 34 years old. ;-)Big Pissyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11024226667518288383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572409.post-47472464608119183772007-08-15T09:47:00.000-04:002007-08-15T09:47:00.000-04:00Pissy - What is it about it that you liked? That's...Pissy - What is it about it that you liked? That's what I'm curious about. It just seems that when I pass runners they look so unhappy.Curly Glamour Girliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05717489841193840610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572409.post-42037564137781818852007-08-14T22:35:00.000-04:002007-08-14T22:35:00.000-04:00*sigh* I used to run 5 miles a day ....5 days a w...*sigh* I used to run 5 miles a day ....5 days a week....raced on Saturdays when I wasn't training for a half-marathon or marathon.<BR/><BR/>I was in the best shape of my life.<BR/>I actually enjoyed it. ....I was in a running club and everything.<BR/><BR/>Now I can only for about 20 mins at a time....<BR/><BR/>I never should have quit. :(Big Pissyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11024226667518288383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572409.post-25861197189871904202007-08-14T09:35:00.000-04:002007-08-14T09:35:00.000-04:00I've always hated running too. I think all kinds ...I've always hated running too. I think all kinds of things during other types of exercise, but whenever I've tried running, my one and only constant thought (maybe I **should** run - maybe it would improve my ADD tendencies!) is "Is this almost over?"<BR/><BR/>On hurting the boobies though - it might help to wear a sports bra *over* a regular bra.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10439582294571462742noreply@blogger.com