OH boy.... Three months ago I didn't think I would ever finish 13.1 miles. Running caused the most horrible things to come from me, not just sweat and toxins, but swear words and evil thoughts. When I run with Garret, he wants to talk and have conversations, that's good, I take the time to practice my listening skills. Are you kidding me? My grandma always said that if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. So why would I talk and run at the same time?
Running now just makes me hurt, maybe not while I am doing it so much anymore, but the after effects are lasting. My knees at night yell at me and tell me to stop. My hips are in conspiracy and decide to let that muscle stay tight, after all, if it ever got better I might keep going (I don't think they want that.) However, with all this stuff going on, yesterday I told Katie that if she would walk/ run a marathon, I would too. I can't believe that I let such things out of my mouth! I did think about it, and the walk part sounds marvelous. That's the problem with running, it makes thoughts you would never think, run through your head.
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