Pride is a stupid reason to die

My brother took me running today. He trains already for two months. The only thing that I did for my health was when I quit smoking for 2 weeks in April. It is obvious that he wanted me to join him because he decided to destroy me.
Of course my pride didn’t allow me to stop in the middle of the way. As a result I ran the same distance as 2 years ago when I was running almost every day. Not bad for a smoker, right?
OK, my lungs are in fire now and my knees are shaking, I will probably lose my voice tomorrow, BUT I didn’t tell him to stop.
BTW That song that I blogged about today is perfect for running: (a) I want to run away (b) It actives my self-destruction tendencies.