See what a ways you've already come running-wise since this comment - pretty amazing, no?
Often when I'm running I think back to one of the first runs my sister took me on - or, the second one the summer I started running for more seriouz, not just one random run a year (even if it's taken me 6 years to get anywhere): on the way back I was tired (I thought) and kept trying to stop and walk, and my sister got behind me and pushed me along, getting me running again. It was totally annoying at the time, but it's a good memory now :o)
ETA: And back when I put of replying to this comment, I possibly also wanted to say - or repeat - how I've learned not to entertain slashy fantasies while running, because they make me OUT OF BREATH, dangit! :oD
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Often when I'm running I think back to one of the first runs my sister took me on - or, the second one the summer I started running for more seriouz, not just one random run a year (even if it's taken me 6 years to get anywhere): on the way back I was tired (I thought) and kept trying to stop and walk, and my sister got behind me and pushed me along, getting me running again. It was totally annoying at the time, but it's a good memory now :o)
ETA: And back when I put of replying to this comment, I possibly also wanted to say - or repeat - how I've learned not to entertain slashy fantasies while running, because they make me OUT OF BREATH, dangit! :oD