I had assumptions about running before I started. My comparison of pre-running and now:
Pre-Running:
Can you please wait until I drive by you before you blow your nose on your sleeve? It’s disgusting.
Now:
I come home from 6 miles with a very wet, slimy set of arms.
Pre-Running:
Hacking up and spitting your phlem is disgusting and should be illegal. At least wait until you’re alone.
Now:
This stuff is getting in the way of my breathing!
Pre-Running:
Dang! Is this guy going to slow down? He almost ran me off the sidewalk! How rude!
Now:
Get the fuck out of my way!
Pre-Running:
She’s so in her own world. She needs to be more aware.
Now:
I see you, I’ve made eye contact – I just don’t feel like expending the energy acknowledging you with more than a peace sign.
Pre-Running:
Nikes are normal.
Now:
“Heel Striker!!!!”