
I once joined a running club. To be fair to me, they were the ones who told me, oh yes, welcome, we love beginners, no problem, come join us. Day 1, we hit the local trail which was a 5 mile run. I'm thinking there will be people like me and some were reassuring me, they were beginners too, not used to distances, going at a slower pace, but no. Within 15 minutes everyone was gone. Not just like, a little ways up the trail, I mean like I could literally see no one in the group. Less than halfway in, demotivated, defeated, feeling like a total turd, I decided to turn back and walk back to the start which is where we'd agreed to meet after the run to then walk back to our cars. Well apparently when I didn't show up with the rest of the pack running at a friggin' Kenyan Olympic long distance runner pace, they began running back for me (god, it just got worse), trying to find me, couldn't, then they really got concerned, and one of them went and got his car, and found me walking back. They thought I'd been murdered or hurt...that's how slow I was going. I. Quit. Same. Day.
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