running = death.

tonight at the gymnasium jamie ran 4.5 miles.
I ran 5....minutes. I am perfectly okay with that because she said she can see my tricep muscle from across the gym.

The only reasons I could ever justify running for a long period of time:
1. if someone is chasing me with a sharp weapon like swords or ninja stars.

2. if a flock of geese or any bird for that matter is running towards me flapping their wings. Gosh I hate the sound of flapping bird wings.

3. Someone said "run 4 miles or I will stick a toothpick under your toenail and make you kick a soccerball."