this morning on my jog, i was heading north around the time some cars were heading south. i could only imagine where they were headed at that wee hour -- toward the buses to head up the canyon to start the marathon.
i'm sure they hardly noticed me. i'm sure they didn't think twice about seeing my legs pumping in time with my tunes. but i couldn't help but feel like a loser -- plodding along in the opposite direction from the start of The Local Running Event of the year. i was very jealous of their future jogging journey.
but, by the time i finished my run, i was happy to call it quits a few miles (a "few," give or take 26) shy of the 26.2 mark.
ahh running. it's a strange, painfully addicting phenomenon.
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"painful"...yes, "addicting"...I don't know if I would ever call it that, maybe someday.
Brittney, you don't ever plod...you are always speeding along.
& in one month it'll be you doing 26 point whatever plus 6 more after that.
I was in your same position this time last year, and now look at me--I can't go down a flight of stairs without wincing. Careful what you wish for ;)
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