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And My Time Was...

31:06.

That was probably the hardest thing I've ever done. It was horrible, and I wish I never had to do it again. Running is so NOT fun.

I can't believe I just ran for 30 minutes. (Well, I did walk a few times...but STILL!!)

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  1. Good job Lindsay! Hey, it's more than I'll ever run : ) Every time I see women with super fit bodies, 9 times out of 10 they're runners. Maybe I should try harder ;D

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  2. I say, who needs running? It's tears up your body and it's boring! I say just stick with the weights and high intensity intervals! I would never have done this if I weren't doing CrossFit.

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  3. I hear you. I hate running too- always have. I tried for many years when I was doing alot of personal training- but I always injured myself. Finally ended up breaking a small bone in my foot and had to have surgery :( I wish I was born to run and could just fly down the streets with no effort like you see some people- but I have just accepted the fact that God did not make me a runner :) I like to lift and do short bursts of exercises.

    Anyway, I say go with how you're made or you could end up getting hurt. Go with what makes you feel energized and at peace after wards. Life is too short to beat your body up- or yourself, for that matter. Kudos on pushing yourself and trying it out though! :)

    Blessings, Chanin

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  4. I'm right there with you on weights and HiiT! There's just something about how lean your upper body gets when you run. I can build my upper body pretty big if I'm not careful but I dream of long and lean : )

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