Say What?
Say What?

Anyone who’s ever run knows there’s an inner dialogue that runs right along with us. A conversation, if you will, between the part of you that enjoys being active and the, well, other part of you that would rather be doing something (anything!) less strenuous.

I don’t know how yours plays out but mine usually takes the form of a series of questions and answers.

Like, Why in the world are you out here in this weather?
…beats being stuck on a treadmill.
You locked the front door, right?
…hmm. Pretty sure I must have.
Don’t you wanna slow down and walk for a bit?
…I’m not even 2 minutes in—don’t offer me a break yet!
And you turned off the stove, right?
…don’t even go there. You know I always double check.
So, hey, just out of curiosity, how long do you plan on keeping this up?
…oh, be quiet!
Are you sure you don’t wanna slow down and walk just for a bit?
…why are you always asking me that?!…I don’t even think about it until
you offer it as an option.
Oh my gosh, is this a hill or a mountain?! Now can we walk?
…ugh! As if this wasn’t hard enough without the whining!
Please?
okay, but just till the top.
So, what you’re saying is you DID lock the door and you DID turn the stove off?
…can someone say ‘OCD?’ Stop fixating on this stuff!
How ‘bout a sprint to that next tree up ahead?
…how about let’s wait till the next, next tree?
Oh, come on, really?!…just count out 10 seconds. You can sprint for that long.
…alright already! Okay, here we go, one-one-thousand…two-one-thousand,
maybe eight’s a better number…three-one-thousand…yeah we’re going with
eight this time…

It’s a wonder sometimes, with all this going on, that I ever get anywhere. And I’m pretty sure this is also why I usually listen to music when I run by myself. Focusing on the beat or wherever far off place the words of a song happen to take me are a nice alternative to the constant inner chattering. Not that the mind isn’t a beautiful thing, but my goodness it sure can be noisy!

 
 
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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I won't quit.  But I will cuss the whole time.
When  non-runner friends ask if you are free this weekend... "Sorry, I have to do my long run.. then I'm going to  lay around all weekend recovering  from my long run."
According to my pace time and "real" runners... I am a jogger.
You know you're a runner when...  you don't stretch. But you know  you should.
Not every run can make you happy. Running is not pizza.
You know you're a runner... when the phrase, "it's all downhill from here"  is actually a good thing.
I'm so thankful I had a childhood  before technology took over.
For someone who runs all the time,  I still have the ability to make it look like it's the first time I've ever tried.
You know you're a runner when...  you can run six miles nonstop and  still feel out of shape.
The next person to say "Oh, you're only running the Half", is going to get  punched in the throat.
I'm always weirdly proud when my pee  is clear. Like, hell yea, I'm so damn hydrated!
I think it's weird how somedays I feel skinny and somedays I feel like  a busted can of biscuits.
Of course I talk to myself. Sometimes I need expert advice.
I'd rather be the slowest runner  in a race anytime, than a spectator  for a lifetime!
You could sleep in on Sunday. Or, you could drag your ass over 13.1 miles  just for a cheap medal, t-shirt, and  a glass of wine. Welcome to the insanity!
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