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hsifengI don't know how many of you on this list are runners, but here's a pro-tip for you:
RUNNING IS HARD.
Even when I was running five days a week and competing in track-and-field and cross country events in high school, I never reached that 'magical place' where runs became easy and fun. I knew team mates who had that experience, and I silently cursed them as I chugged and sweated my way through every workout. I don't have a runners body, long and lean. My thighs will always rub together - threatening to chafe - and my hips will always ensure that my legs are *just* out of perfect alignment enough to maximize the chances of me pounding the joints of my lower body into throbbing annoyance.
In retrospect, I think it is because running is hard that I throw myself at it so competitively. Every person who passes me with a glow and a giggle makes me want to hit that uphill that much harder, take that extra mile that much faster, refuse to walk ANYWHERE.
So, on the rare nights like last night happen - when the stars align and my legs feel like they are made of air rather than lead - those are *extra* special runs.
And when you combine body that is clicking over like a well oiled machine (for once!) with that competitive energy, you get this:
Thursday, February 28th - SRC Group Run:
5 Miles/40 minutes = 7.5 mph pace.
Fuck. Yeah.
To celebrate, a little Journey. Aw. Yes.
RUNNING IS HARD.
Even when I was running five days a week and competing in track-and-field and cross country events in high school, I never reached that 'magical place' where runs became easy and fun. I knew team mates who had that experience, and I silently cursed them as I chugged and sweated my way through every workout. I don't have a runners body, long and lean. My thighs will always rub together - threatening to chafe - and my hips will always ensure that my legs are *just* out of perfect alignment enough to maximize the chances of me pounding the joints of my lower body into throbbing annoyance.
In retrospect, I think it is because running is hard that I throw myself at it so competitively. Every person who passes me with a glow and a giggle makes me want to hit that uphill that much harder, take that extra mile that much faster, refuse to walk ANYWHERE.
So, on the rare nights like last night happen - when the stars align and my legs feel like they are made of air rather than lead - those are *extra* special runs.
And when you combine body that is clicking over like a well oiled machine (for once!) with that competitive energy, you get this:
Thursday, February 28th - SRC Group Run:
5 Miles/40 minutes = 7.5 mph pace.
Fuck. Yeah.
To celebrate, a little Journey. Aw. Yes.
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Date: 2013-03-01 11:33 pm (UTC)has a little flair to it
;D
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Date: 2013-03-02 05:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-03-02 02:26 am (UTC)Such a lousy video. =(
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Date: 2013-03-02 05:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-03-02 05:51 pm (UTC)Seriously, I love Journey. But watching that video was painful.
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Date: 2013-03-02 06:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-03-02 06:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2013-03-02 06:27 pm (UTC)