I hate that my weekday runs are kind of short, but honestly I feel a little uncomfortable running alone too far away from my apartment in the dark.
Runners just do it. They run for the finish line even if someone else has reached it first.
So so so cold. So so so wet.
Sweatpants and oatmeal time.
Crappy cold and wet weather… It seems like everyone I passed was so bitchy today too. Evidence: I smiled at another runner and he gave me the stink eye, a homeless woman told me to stop smiling (I guess I understand why she might be unhappy today), and a silver Toyota came within about 4 inches of nailing me in a crosswalk when I had a walk signal and he CLEARLY saw me way earlier.
Guys - come on, seriously. I’m just trying to enjoy my long run on one of my few days off.
"Today, I will feel the burn in my legs. I will fight the urge to want to quit. I will breathe heavily, and become so sore where it hurts to walk. I will give it my all, and my everything. I will put in 110 percent effort. & No one will stop me"