Contrary to what you may believe I used to love running and walking. I would walk for miles to get to work, so stupidly long distances just because I enjoyed walking along the coast where I used to live. The running was good. Me and my brother, Day, and around a mountainous suburb with lots of ups and downs. His friend attempted the same running feat but wouldn’t stop throwing up.
I used to love running on treadmills but I was always paranoid about the noise it would make while running. At this point in my life. Mid 20’s, the gyms I was a member of were quite small. That said I would skip running sometimes because it was burning muscle when the fat left. I was trying to bulk up and cardio was there just slightly to get my heart going.
I would go to the gym almost 2 or 3 times a day, then throw in some late-night swimming when I had the whole pool to myself. They were fun times.
