I'm doing it again. I'm training for a marathon. I like the summit-- the reaching for something hard. I don't love running. In fact, I kind of hate it. I like running with friends and talking with them. I like the sense of accomplishment, but man, do I hate running. Recently my partners have experienced injuries, illnesses, and other forms of ennui. It's hot, it hurts, but I am Committed. Dang it! I can't stand the idea of having thrown my hat in the ring and then taking it out. I hate doing this kind of thing alone, but I HAVE to finish. Crud. Looks like I'll be running 14 miles alone this week. This is the definition of NOT FUN!
WHINE!
MOAN!
CRY!
Me and my stupid pride. Just so I can Say I RUN Marathon SSSSSS instead of I RAN a Marathon.
Practicing Alternative Dispute Resolution Finding humor in the daily Stuff; Occasionally waxing poetic and philosophical; Preserving a history for my family
1 comment:
That's a lot of ssss one for each marathon? :)
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