Everything in moderation...

I rediscovered something about myself today. I. Do. Not. Like. To. Run. I had to go to school today (in a monsoon I might add) for my physical fitness evaluation for my health education class. I had to do "curl-ups" which were like sit-ups modified to make them more tortuous. I did 26, only to make sure to do 1 more than the girl who was my partner. I did 13 girl push-ups. I fully expected to collapse in a heap of sweat and tears on the mat after a feeble attempt at one half but I made it to 13! Then came the purgatory I call the 1 and a half mile "Run/walk." I made it in 16 minutes and 1 second and I felt like my brain was going to explode. It was horrible. I like to walk, sometimes even fast and I like to ride my bike, but I hate to run. NEVER AGAIN. Also, when I was making the 2 and a half block walk back to my car in the torrential rain, I got splashed twice by cars. It was just like it happens on movies. I'm just walking along (briskly) and BAM, I get soaked! TWICE! I couldn't even be mad because I didn't even realize that things like that really happen, much less to me. I guess I'll stay farther away from the curb next time. Even in the middle of a flash flood when my umbrella and I were forming a human lightning rod, I still didn't run back to my car, I only speed walked.