A Love/Hate Relationship

I love running. Well, to be honest, I hate the first ten minutes of it, but once I get through that, there's nothing like the cool air paired with melting snow, a warm sun, and trickling water off the roofs as I jog through the old houses of south Provo. I love feeling active in the world. I hope that one day the hate part of the relationship will fade, but until then: Dear Diary, I'm working on it.