"Although you may not be the fastest or even the most dedicated person, running will embrace you anyway and offer you rewards beyond your expectation." ~ Ayers
Quick excerpt that made me giggle, because it is me!
"Sometimes motivation comes in waves, and you just have to ride out the times when it’s not happening so much. To illustrate how this works, here’s a chronological look at my motivation levels on a typical run:
Beyonce starts to sing to me and I begin my run.
I pass a man on a bike who leers at me, and I make a face and run faster.
I immediately slow down again, because I’m only a half-mile in and I already want to stop. I check to see how fast I’m running and then get angry and sad. Oh, thank goodness. I’ve at least done one mile.
I wonder if I can take a walk break now. “Harlem Shake” comes on my playlist, and I have to resist the urge to stop and do the Bernie dance.
I adjust my shorts.
I adjust my arm band.
I pass a ridiculously ripped girl wearing only a sports bra and a pair of shorts she clearly stole from a 4-year-old. I smile. She doesn’t. I hate her and want to be her, simultaneously.
Around this point, on various runs, I’ve seen a man nearly drive into the river, a man walking his giant pet snake, and a lady Rollerblading with a cocker spaniel on her shoulders. This is not far from the general area where I once tripped over nothing and skinned my leg from knee to ankle. I remain on high alert in this area.
I adjust my shorts.
I adjust my arm band.
I hit the place where I try to look like a good runner because people in cars can see me as they drive past.
I come to the area where people in cars can no longer see me and I resume the pace of a one-year-old climbing stairs. I’m so tired that when I pass another runner, the only thing I can do in acknowledgement is nod almost imperceptibly.
Another runner passes me and bares his teeth like a Doberman. Yes sir, I understand you are attempting to smile and physically can’t right now. I see your grimace, and raise you an eye blink substitute for a head nod, in acknowledgement of your existence.
I make an audible grunting noise in protest of this whole running thing. I freeze and glance around, wondering how loud that grunt was, since I’m wearing headphones. I lose all sense of pride and start to bob my head and mouth the words to a Kanye West song to distract me from running.
I adjust my shorts. I adjust my arm band.
I finally hit a place where I’m close enough to my house that I’ll let myself walk shame-free the rest of the way."
I think this was taken from her blog! Such a fast and way read! Reminds me of my crazy casual love affair with running, the thoughts that spin in my mind, and the satisfaction of knowing I can push myself further. It also reminded me that I have done 2 5k challenge races like a Tough Mudder.... and many race lengths except the tried and true marathon or those crazy ultras! Oh, running..... damn you.