The night before the run is the worst. I am usually grumpy and irritable (no different, really). I swear my alarm clock will end up in the toilet one of these mornings. Let's just hope that it is not tomorrow.
Monday, January 5, 2009
I Was Running
Forrest Gump says it best. So, to catch you up...I am still running and still hating it and still sucking wind every step of the way. I no longer picture pushing my running partner into the traffic but, I am quite certain that on the right morning after a bad nights sleep, and her ever so cheerful face, the thought would creep back in. I STILL cannot run the entire 2.5 miles of hell without stopping which I don't understand why that is. I am certain it has to do with all the chit chat that happens between my "pawd-ner" and all. We don't stop talking...EVER!!!