I hate jogging. I feel like it’s a chore and I’m hating life almost the entire time I’m doing it. I think everyone hates doing something, whether it’s doing dishes, riding a smelly crowded bus, cleaning up dog poop from the carpet. . . And while you do those unbearable acts, all you focus on is how much you don’t enjoy it. You use all your strength just to hold you over until it’s over. Or you mentally move ahead to all the great things you’re going to do when you’re done. You focus on a not very interesting aspect of your life at that moment or you ignore it altogether and center on an imaginary future. Meanwhile, you’re missing everything else. That whole time there is just as much going on as there always is. The fullness of a life that is completely new is happening to you, and you’re stuck staring at the most boring corners of your mind.
November 7, 2006 at 8:12 pm
I hate jogging, too. Yet I do it every single f8&^king day. I look at my dog sleeping on the rug as I tie my sneaker laces tight while wondering how the hell I am going to get through this one.
Every day. 8 miles in the a.m. 4 miles in the p.m. Workin’ a desk job in between. Jogging to and from work. Ugh. Puke.
I don’t even get the endrophin high anymore.
Maybe I should just do drugs instead…..wine works too.
Yes, I agree, the same life situations and events are occurring as we jog yet I’m thinking about how to end it as soon as possible. Need to change my life, I guess.