Jeremy.
"Why not sign up for another race?" (answer - because it's another race)
“Why run 10 when
you could run 13.1?” (answer – because it’s 3.1 miles less)
“Why put it off?”
(answer - because then it’s longer until
I have to do it)
“You’ll never just do the running without a
goal. You need a goal.” (answer, to unasked question - bog off)
My mean and horrible husband
got me into this. And at the end, if there is one and it doesn't involve tears
or death, I’ll most likely say it’s all because of him and thank goodness he pushed
me blah blah blah. Dear future me – you don’t have a half marathon to train for
because you've already run one so shut up.
I have three miles to run
tonight. And five to run tomorrow. And all I want to do is drink wine after not
drinking it all week. Never get married.
I wrote that on Friday. Since then I've ran three times, including the five mile run which was the furthest one I've yet to do. And somewhere in there I realized that each run goes a little like this:
Before - "I'm an idiot for doing this and Jeremy's a sod for thinking it up. I really just want to sit down with wine. What? It's a no wine night? It's a no wine night and I have to run? I actually am insane. Everything is tired and heavy and I think if I move too fast I might die. Bleurggggggh"
During - "I'm an idiot for doing this and Jeremy's a sod for thinking it up. I want a shower. Ugh I hate being sweaty. Is there such a thing as running knickers, cause if there is I think I need them. I want water. My ankle itches. Why won't Jeremy slow down. Are we half way yet?* I'm definitely having a heart attack"
After - "Wow. I'm amazing. Jeremy, thank you so much for helping me do this. I feel so great. I can definitely do this."
Aaaaaand repeat. 8 weeks of this and 30 runs remaining. It's gonna get repetitive.
* Like every horse I've ever ridden, I magically speed up as soon as we hit half way.
I wrote that on Friday. Since then I've ran three times, including the five mile run which was the furthest one I've yet to do. And somewhere in there I realized that each run goes a little like this:
Before - "I'm an idiot for doing this and Jeremy's a sod for thinking it up. I really just want to sit down with wine. What? It's a no wine night? It's a no wine night and I have to run? I actually am insane. Everything is tired and heavy and I think if I move too fast I might die. Bleurggggggh"
During - "I'm an idiot for doing this and Jeremy's a sod for thinking it up. I want a shower. Ugh I hate being sweaty. Is there such a thing as running knickers, cause if there is I think I need them. I want water. My ankle itches. Why won't Jeremy slow down. Are we half way yet?* I'm definitely having a heart attack"
After - "Wow. I'm amazing. Jeremy, thank you so much for helping me do this. I feel so great. I can definitely do this."
Aaaaaand repeat. 8 weeks of this and 30 runs remaining. It's gonna get repetitive.
* Like every horse I've ever ridden, I magically speed up as soon as we hit half way.
You're a nutjob, but you did give me a good laugh from my comfy chair :-)
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