Running scared? Running bored more like.

I hate running. When I used to play football we had to run but it always seemed like there was some purpose to it (i.e. needing to be fit enough to kick a pig's bladder into an onion bag). When I stopped football I thought that would be the end of my running. After a brief flirtation with chess and tiddlywinks I realised that I was fast becoming a couch potato. I then decided to get on a horse, but it quickly became apparent that this was a sport to be done sitting down. Hence I dusted off my old trainers and started slogging around the roads again to avoid becoming a slob. Generally it's a real pain, but for a short spell in the early morning sunshine in Helsinki today, it was decidedly enjoyable. That short spell lasted about 47 seconds. Not bad for a run that totalled 30 minutes.