Summer 1992 (three years prior to any running) Age 20

So I am reading the Edible Woman and thinking about exercise. Me...not just normal weight lifting or aerobics but RUNNING. Not just jogging...but running. Fast.

Why is this happening to me. I hate exercise but I feel like becoming totally fit...fat free. Tonight after I try Paul out I'm going to the track by the school behind Honest Eds and I'm going to run in Armadillo circles until I puke. Taraleigh might come.

Happy? Suicidal? When I run my ears clog up and I can't hear and my body throbs and I need that.
DISTRACTION. I think if I can just keep up this distraction then I will be okay. But when you lose distraction it forces you to look at your existence track and obviously I want to run to the end of this one and see if the next one is any longer.

Sometimes being and ex-junkie is better than having a masters in education.