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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You know you're a runner when..... You HATE when training runs don't end EXACTLY on a whole number.. But for some reason, you have NO PROBLEM with the  numbers13.1 and 26.2
"Is he Ok?" "I'm not sure... but he keeps asking me to pause his Garmin."
A good run is a lot like a strong cup of coffee. It energizes you, revitalizes you.. And kinda makes you wanna poop.
Raise your hand if you ran a little  harder today because you were thinking about everything you ate over the weekend.
One day, my fridge will take revenge  on me. Every half hour it will go  to a room, open my door,  stare at me for 3 minutes,  then it will leave...
Can you come pick me up? Where am I? Well I was on a runner's high and  I think I am in Ohio.
I plan on having such an  awesome run, Morgan  Freeman should  narrate it.
Me at night: I'm getting up at 6am  to run. Me next morning: maybe I'll  just do a few sit-ups and call it a day.
I wish running felt great during and  terrible after instead of the reverse, because I seem to be better about  doing things in vodka order.
I'm sorry if I don't wave or smile back at you while I'm running. It's just that I'm trying very hard to not die.
Tomorrow I'm definitely going to start running, no matter how many days it takes
Don't cry because it's over,  cry because you forgot  Body Glide and it's time  to take a shower.
I'm thinking of running a marathon.  Well, I'm thinking of TRAINING for  a marathon. Okay, I just want to carboload.
Woke up in running clothes. I really  admire drunk me and her ambitions.
Running is the only time my mind  is quiet. Probably because I'm  focusing on not falling down.
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