Hello everyone,
So yesterday (very late at night) I went for a run! Yay! It was fantastic, well that’s a lie, the actual run was horrible, the feeling after it was amazing. I haven’t run for a long long time, I’d say the last time was before my birthday in October.
Running was my primary exercise in my on going battle of losing weight and a combination of cold cold weather and lazyness made me very reluctant to leave my house. I was reading an article with the very charming title “boob sweat – 10 reasons running doesn’t suck as much as you think” and I was inspired and ventured into the cold outside air at 11 O’Clock.
My sister Gwladys came with me and for the first time ever, ran 1.5km without stopping, I was so proud of her. I wish I could say the same about myself, but I can’t, I died. It may have been due to the fact that I couldn’t breathe through my nose, but that didn’t matter, I was pumped and I needed to run! I’m glad I went, one of my resolutions for this year (of which there are ten) was to be able to run 10km so it would be good if I actually started running again. Today, my granny knees hurt, I can’t laugh without my sides hurting and my throat is dead, but I feel great 
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