from dancer to runner.

from the dreamworks lagoon.

i've always considered myself a dancer. i still do, but i realized recently that i haven't taken a dance class in almost two years and who knows if i can even pick up choreography at this point. i also realized a couple months ago that i hadn't done any form of real exercise since starting work last summer. so i started running. and i hate running. i used to give so much shit to my friends who are runners, and call them crazy all the time. but i started feeling so gross that i had to do something, and running was the easiest and cheapest thing to do. at first i would just run a couple miles on the weekend, maybe once or twice during the week. then dan moved to a new place by the beach and we started taking 3 mile runs after work a couple times a week, plus both days on the weekends. then we designated one of our weekend runs to be a 'long run' a couple weeks ago, which was 4 miles. and we decided to get bikes this past weekend, and have already logged 12 miles on those. i've started to actually want to go running. the me-of-5-years-ago would scoff. i think i'm becoming a runner / exercise-nut. *sigh*