Running is therapy

Bleh. I meant to blog this last weekend and then let it sit in my drafts.

Anyway, yours truly made his comeback to racing, last weekend.

I managed a 24:10 5K in the HARRC Winter Series January 5K. It was a blast.

And while I wish Bill would have been running, it was nice to have someone there to snap pics.

In health related news, my heel was feeling great for a couple of weeks. However lately there has been some pain again. So, in order to NOT go completely insane, I have made a doctors appointment for Monday. Who knows.

Happy running.

Tonight in my home town there was an active membership drive.

The club that was recruiting was call The Pussies. The indoctrination consisted of Not Running Tonight.

I declined the invitation to join and hit a 3 miler with my crazy balaclava in the freezing cold.

Guilty as the next person of shoving all kinds of superficial crap in my “self-actualization” shaped hole, I thought this article was great.

You quit smoking New Year’s Eve. And you are thinking about caving.

It’s been hard. Like math.

It’s cool. People made out of a lot tougher shit than you folded like lawn chairs way before now. I mean, I had serious concerns about you ability to do this in the first place. I figured you’d only make it like 12 hours. But here you are 7 days in, and feeling like total shit.

The kids are a pain, work is stressful, she said she wouldn’t, he said he would, you really haven’t eaten today, it’s rainy, it’s cold, it gets dark early, they made fun of your pants, you stepped in dog shit, deadlines are looming, there was a line at the mall, you been passed over, your mother didn’t call, your mother did call, you ate too much, you are getting the flu, the milk is spoiled…

It’s cool, I understand. This is tough. Way tougher than you.

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Motivated yet?

1.5 years and counting. Stay strong. You can do this.