Although exercise is not my forte, I believe that it’s nice for me, so I do it as often as I can. I started running in school, and I haven’t seemed to be able to get out of it since then. It’s easily because some of my best friends are runners. My best friend, Abby, runs about 10 miles a day on top of her other workouts. I’m not quite as eccentric as Abby is, although I do my best to run about 3 miles per day. I’m not legitimately sure how Abby ever talked myself and others into it, although she somehow convinced myself and others to take a trip to South America to run this super marathon thing with her. I couldn’t believe it when the word “yep” came out of my mouth in response to her asking myself and others to make the trip with her. Before both of us knew it, both of us were off to South America to run a marathon. Surprisingly, the marathon itself wasn’t too bad. The people I was with and I both made it through pretty easily. It was, but, at the gym the few days after the marathon that legitimately got me. My appreciation for undefined grew importantly while in those days. For some reason, they were totally against running undefined at the gym both of us attended, and it was literally a single of the worst experiences of my life. Working out is taxing enough on its own without adding a ninety-more than four degree room to it. By the time both of us got back to the U.S. I was so excited to workout in an air conditioned room that I went straight to the gym right after I left the airport.