If you would’ve asked me 3 years ago if I️ was a runner, I️ would have definitely laughed in your face. The idea of sweating, cramping and being sore was not appealing to me whatsoever. I️ really didn’t understand runners, and the joy they found in battering their muscles and bones against the pavement.
So, what got me out on the trails? A boy. Yeah, typical I️ know. I️ had just gotten out of a hard relationship with a messy breakup, and I️ was ready to unleash my revenge bod (as Khloé Kardashian would say) on that boy who didn’t know what he had when he had it.