I used to hate running...no wait, I mean, LOATHE. Yeah.
That was when I was at the age of twelve or thirteen...no one could force me to go jogging. I'd make up excuses for not going for a run with my sis. All the time. I really hated it big time, like really kow-kow don't like. I don't know why I hated it then, but I did.
Then it got better. I started to dislike running...although once, I got a prize for being one of the first fifteen to reach the finishing line during merentas desa. Haha, but still I disliked the idea of putting on my shoes and run.
Now, I go running without even being asked. Whee...it even feels good! Hehe...see how far I've come. My sis should be proud of me. =P Kekekekekeh...
Okie imagine that's me...except with black hair, and I, most of the time, don't run with dark glasses. In fact, I never do...oh, and I don't wear long pants; I wear shorts. Oh and wait, I'm definitely younger. Much much younger. And I'm much darker too. Haha, okie forget it...let's just forget that I even put that picture up. =P
I'm starting to like running. =) (And everyone goes, "Oh my gosh, I'm speechless!!")