My morning run used to be such a calming experience. The sun gently rising behind the trees, the subtle crescendo of the world waking up while I use the time to iron out the problems of the day. Now it feels like a forced march in Hanoi with food poisoning!
"Please sir I need to stop, I need the washroom"
"DI DI MAO!!"
"But my chest hurts and I think I'm going to vomit"
"MAO DI DI MAO"
That being said I can now pace myself to finish at the starting point and Ive lost 5 pounds.
The struggle continues
TTF
