Running.
The gross evening humidity.
The feeling of your feet, minutes into the run, already radiating heat.
The aches in your shoulders.
The piercing rays of the setting sun into your sweat-stung eyes.
The side cramps.
The painful inhale for oxygen on the final stretch.
The wretched hills.
The hopeless thoughts that it doesn't get any easier.
The tight muscles.
The way every article of clothing becomes uncomfortable, sticky and clingy.
The fatigue.
The creepy male middle-aged drivers who feel the need to beep at your feeble demonstration of physical activity.
Running.

I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!

because you know what?? I'M BACK! and man, am I pumped.