My true thoughts on running: it sucks. There, I've said it. I don't want to bring my thoughts down to the gutter like this - keep the kids from reading. I may need to elevate my use of profanity in the coming days and months as I strive to cope with running. Running is painful when you're doing it and when not. I haven't ran all week and I'm completely guilt stricken. And when I do run I mostly hate it. Running is a function of triathlon, nothing more. Swimming is graceful, meditative. Cycling is invigorating and fast, and I have a cool bike. It even develops somewhat attractive legs, and you can coast now and then to grab a second of rest while performing the activity. You can't coast while running. Good runners have stringy looking legs. My mantra idea is lost, dissapeared in yesterday's gray skies and cold temperature. Prolonged running produces physical gauntness for goodness sake. Should I fear some unknown health consequences outside of future knee and hip replacement? Maybe this is some subconscious effort at reverse psychology. To fool myself...if I publically write about how much I hate to run then maybe I'll strive to do it more often? I'll write it to death? What kind of nonsense is that? Not motivating in the least. Hypnotism. Maybe I need hypnotism?
Alright, enough....I'm going to run soon and enjoy every second. I am a happy runner and that's all there is to it.
So happy.
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