I'm glad your finally blogging. Good job to the crazy legs runners including Johnny Cakes Sonsalla! Last weeks long run was a bitch. I had a pretty bad cold and was blowing snot bubbles! I finished 8, but was feeling like I'd gone about 10. Hopefully, this weekend will be better. I ran "The Hills" last night. It is my own version of the reality show, a dose of reality when my legs are screaming "STOP" up Merry Christmas Lane!
I am going to, for the next 4 weeks anyway, stop saying that I HATE running and just embrace it. I am probably making it worse than it is and just looking for an excuse to give up and go to bed!! I am going to look at it like childbirth. It sucks, it's painful, it's challanging, it's something you hardly ever do, but when you're finished you've got this little throphy that proves you made it through! Now a couple of disclaimers here...
1. Jamie this does not apply to you. You are a Super Child Bearing Freak and we hate you for it!
2. The throphy I refer to can be many things, your new baby, the pride you hold inside of finishing hours of labor only to still need a C-Section, the stretch marks that will forever remind you of what your body used to look like, or the fact that your husband made it through all of this and still wanted to have sex with you 3 days later!
I'll be honest, I am just happy that after I finish this run I am not bringing home a bag of beach towel size maxi-pads and a throphy that pukes on me!
RHM
Note to Self: Buy beach towel size maxi-pads for the Mad-City marathon!!!
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