Eye on the Prize
Eye on the Prize

I’m a lot of things in life but a fast runner isn’t one of them. So you can bet the one time I took first place (in my age division—mind you!), I was sure to savor the moment…plus, of course, I got a few pictures.

That was back in April. We’re now nearing the end of November, and that pretty, bright blue ribbon has decorated my dresser ever since…still gets a smile out of me every time I walk by it. Not for vanity’s sake, per se, but because of what it symbolizes…that life is full of possibilities—a constant stream of opportunities to improve, to succeed, to be victorious.

To be fast is one thing. An amazing thing, no doubt. But it isn’t the only thing…at least not for those of us who enjoy the luxury of being able to run for pleasure rather than a paycheck. Partly because speed is relative. No matter my pace, there’s always someone behind me who makes me feel, if not fast, at least ‘faster than.’ And, likewise, it seems there’s always someone (usually a lot of someone-s) either way out in front of me or about to whiz past me who makes me feel ‘slower than.’ But mostly because of the wondrous array of un-awardable victories running has to offer that have nothing to do with stopwatches or medals; but the kind that, over time, just may come to mean the difference between simply getting by and truly living life to its fullest. Like the way running enables me to maintain a healthy weight and keep depression at bay; how it helped me quit smoking; how it shifted my focus from striving for skinny and perfect to striving for strong and energetic; how it’s expanded my horizons, grown my confidence, and helped me to feel good about the example I’m setting for my daughters. What better prize could there be, really?!

Not that you’d ever catch me turning down a ribbon or a medal (or even a sticker or a pin for that matter!)…because, seriously, who doesn’t appreciate a little recognition for their efforts? But the truth of it is, even when our best efforts don’t land us spot in the top 3 or 5 or the top half or even on the list at all (you get the point!)…it’s the fact that we’re out there, putting in the effort and continually pressing on in the direction of a healthier lifestyle that really makes us winners.

 
 
Seen a lot of slim chicks posting their

workouts on here so I thought I'd join 

the fun
Warning : I will bully every one of you

into daily stretches, plyo drills, crazy 

intervals, lifting heavy weights and 

epic long runs
104 °F.....  As my Grandma says, 

"Marathon training ain't for p*ssies."



Crazy old lady is right.

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Why does the need to pee intensify by  a MILLION after you start a race??
You drink too much. You cuss too much. You have questionable morals... You're everything I ever wanted in a running friend.
"Clear your mind" "Ooooommmmmmm" "Arghh, my feet will never be attractive...."
You share your deepest, darkest secrets with your running partners... And then barely recognize them face to face in street clothes.
Tangerines are oranges that didn't  want it bad enough.  DON'T BE A TANGERINE!!!
One day I will solve my problems  with maturity. But until then, it will be with caffeine, wine and a shitload  of miles!
So if I go running on weekdays just to burn enough calories to make up for my drinking on weekends, does that make  me a runner or an alcoholic?
Raise your hand if u ran a little harder today because you were thinking about everything you ate over the weekend.
Pretty sure I gain 3-40 pounds every weekend. Calories after a race or long run don't count right?
Ok it's been 12 years now... I'm starting to think I'm not bloated.
Every time I go for a midday run  in the park on my day off, I see an unexpectedly large number of people doing the same thing, and immediately start wondering what the f*ck all these people do for a living.
Difficulty sitting on a toilet? Dread even the sight of stairs? Difficulty getting out of bed? Difficulty walking? DIAGNOSIS: ran a marathon!
For runners, Sunday is a day of rest... The rest of the laundry, the rest of the house work and the rest of all the other stuff we can't be bothered  to do during weekdays.
When people ask me what I do for fun... STRUGGLE.
During sex you burn as many calories as running for 5 miles. "Who the f@#k runs five miles in 30 seconds??"
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