What was I thinking?
My conditioning class should really be named Public Humiliation 101. Omg I nearly died today. At the end of class I felt like I was going to be sick. (And then I had to run to my Spanish Class.) Why did I take this class, I can't run for shit, and thats what this class is going to be like, among other things. Running just isn't something I will ever be good at, and I really hate being one of the last people around the track. There was a nice guy who was behind me and caught up to me during the last lap and encouraged me to finish strong with him, so that was good. Oh well, she said the first day would be the worst.