Confessions of a Running Addict

Yesterday I finished Half Marathon numero dos! I was having visions of distress and failure prior to the race, mainly because I wasn't as diligent in my workouts as I was for the first one, but everything turned out ok! It was a really fun weekend spent with my fam and old friends!! I'm already planning for the Half in OKC next spring. It might be safe to say that I'm addicted.

Some motivations during the race included, but were not limited to:

1. Beating the girl who was running like Peoebe Buffay who kept passing me.

2. Getting away from Mr. Shorty-Shorts whose right cheek was eye-level and right in front of me 80% of the first 3 miles.

3. Making it to the next water station so I could eat my energy jelly beans, which taste like candy.

4. Getting to the finish line so I could eat some free food at the end!

I will confess that as I ran I picked out people who looked weak that I felt that I had to pass. I don't know what this says about me.......but I'm pretty sure that most of the people I got in front of at the beginning of the race passed me back around mile 11. Including shorty-shorts.

Mile 11 is the bad place where you start evaluating the meaning of your life. Its the place that you ask random fellow runners to push on your back. Mile 11 is the place where shins fall off. Mile 11 are the words that cause me to shudder and have nightmares. I'm so glad that I made it through mile 11.

Now I just need to concentrate on suffering through sore muscles. It's totally worth it. Why? Because I'm an addict!!

Until next time!