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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I'm always weirdly proud when my  pee is clear. Like, fuck yea, I'm so damn hydrated
"I'm going for a run" is literally my excuse for when I'm sad or upset
We don't do it for the medals.  Said no runner ever.
"I run a shit load of miles I never post. I don't need no congrats for being  a runner."     ~ Mo Farah
I am officially off the market. I'm not in  a relationship. I'm just tired of y'all and  I signed up for an ironman lmfao
Not sure if fireworks or gunshots. Anyway, screw the brits.
If she doesn't remember Mapquest,  she's too young for you bro
There are only two genders: Runners & Non-runners
It's no bra weather. So if you see my nipple, I don't know what to tell ya... Happy birthday I guess.
You can't be talking to me any kind of  way if your leggings are baggy in the  ass part!
You know you're a runner when...  You don't drink, you hydrate  You don't eat, you carb up  You don't rest, you taper  You don't work out, you  train & foam roll is a verb
I've never met a strong person with  an easy past
Me during the first mile: "fuck this  i'm sooo fuuckin tired"  Me during the last mile:  "fuck yeah baby that's what  i call a good run. I can't  wait for tomorrow"
convinced that buying a new pair of  nikes, in a new color, will  suddenly unlock my  untapped potential
Pain is temporary...  Results on internet last forever
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