A few weeks ago I decided to take on the challenge of running 10k. Nothing special you might think, if it wasn’t for the fact that 1. I absolutely hate running 2. I had never done it in my entire life 3. I have 7 weeks to go from absolute beginner to a 10k runner.
In the beginning I was suprised I wasn’t falling apart after half an hour run, so the first week was actually nice (also because I got to buy new shoes). Afterwards it went from missing, to prioritizing, to hate, to hope, to guilt to loathing myself. I have 3 more weeks to get myself ready, so wish me luck!