Neyra and sports part 2.
On Friday, I was whining here about how I wanted to go for a run, but stayed home because of my fucked-up headphones. Well, here is the continuation of the story.
Saturday began by plugging in those finally dead headphones, which sucked up electricity until the very evening before letting me know they were ready for work. Then they connected to the player without any issues and showed a great result, as if yesterday's freezing bullshit never happened.
This morning, before heading out, I tested them once more. But the headphones left me no hope of skipping the run because they connected perfectly to the player. And so, having packed up and put on everything necessary, I went outside and headed to the park, which is only one bus stop away from me.
The way to the park was a light and pleasant stroll; I even looked forward to how fun it would be. On the way, I stopped by a shop and bought 0.5l of water, because running dry is pure masochism and maybe even a direct path via ambulance to the hospital.
And so, I started running. The first 10 minutes were okay. Around 20 minutes was tolerable. From the 30th minute, I wanted to die. At the 40th, I noticed the water was running out and I still wanted to die (though it was nice that the minimum program for female versions of a Heroist had been completed). And at the 50th, when I thought I could endure the whole hour, the water ran out, signaling that the run for today was over.
Then came the long and hard road home, which stretched on like an eternity. After making it up to my apartment, I realized I was dying.
Result: I am exhausted, tired, nauseous, and my body aches. And this is despite the fact that sports help release endorphins, which improves mood, etc. So far, no feeling of joy or happiness has arisen, only the sense that I've wasted several hours in total on some crap, a desire to die, or just to forget the whole thing. And in my situation, for any result, I need to run 5-6 days a week...
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