This picture always makes me laugh. While I’m sure that I
don’t look like the top runner at all, I hold out some hope that I don’t look
like the bottom one either. Some days I’m not 100% sure on the latter. Take
today for example. I left it all out on the trail this afternoon. I took
whatever stress I had in me, and pounded it into the ground through Sherwood
Park. I kept thinking that I should slow down, but my body would have none of
it. Better out than in I suppose. By the
tail end of my run I was just trying to keep it together to finish. I was
tired, I’m pretty sure I had that Nadal thing going on that I once saw in
myself in a race picture – and I don’t mean picking my shorts out of my bum, I
mean that funny half squished face he makes, and I was counting the meters to
the light at the end of the tunnel, aka the top of my street. But I persevered
and made it. Some days after my run it’s a big Yay Me. Today was one of those
days. I wonder why that is? Why isn’t’ every run the same. Some days I feel
like I could go on forever, others I’m just hoping that I can make it home. But
in the end the one thing that counts is that I was out there trying to do my
thing, just like all of the other runners that I see on the streets and trails
who resemble the bottom girl. And Nadal.
Great blog post thanks for sharing
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