WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME

So I've been doing the running thing pretty diligently for a while now. I've been taking my vitamins, I don't drink anymore and I rarely stay awake past ten o'clock. This I thought would be a good thing. Every time I go out running now, it gets harder and harder, almost like I'm doing more harm than good. I feel like I am going to die on some of the running segments. We're running six miles tomorrow. Six miles. Further than I've ever gone before. Matt seems very cheery about this. Am I wrong to think he's f*cking nuts? This is why I hate this blog. Accountability...oh lament...oh mimsy....oh Meriwether. So I will post about how this goes. (or not if I die) On another topic I would like to address those folks who holler out words of encouragement to us runners alike. Let me give some examples..."come on...you can do it"..."Almost there...Keep pushing"..."You got it...You're almost there". I hope you all choke on your sunny disposition and here's why...How do you know I'm not doing my best. I may be pushing as hard as I can and you look up from your evian (backwards that spells naive) and see me chugging along looking as though I've been dragged behind a truck and you feel the need to uplift my spirit, motivation whatever. I like most other fat people am going as fast as I can. We can't go as fast as you...you know why...CAUSE WERE FAT THAT'S WHY. That is why were running, to not be fat and you stand there, height weight proportionate and think that I don't try as hard as I can. Must be nice in those 34" waist jeans. Gee, if my waist were that slim, I MIGHT NOT LOOK AS RIDICULOUS AS I DO WHEN I DO RUN. So, in closing, keep your comments to yourself and talk about the fat guy you saw on the trail behind my back like a descent human being. Thanking you in advance, Justin.