My internal monologue while running a 5k on the treadmill: Ok, I've got this. Actually, this sucks ass. I'll just run for a mile. Why is this so awful? I'm still going. May as well hit two miles. That will be enough for me to feel accomplished. Wow it's hard to breathe. Why am I here? *Imagines I'm with Darren's running group in Thailand and I can't stop running or I'll look like a little bitch in front of all those hot people* Made it two miles and I can't feel my legs. Guess I'll just keep going until I die. Don't be a little bitch. Don't be a little bitch. F*ck it, I'm almost done, let's speed up and finish this shit strong. 5k done. *Dies*