Matt prodded me until I was halfway off the bed, and goaded me until my shoes were on and I had shuffled to the door. Why? As he put it: "You turn into a grumpy honey when you don't run for too long."
By mile 1.5, I felt the shift take place. The shackles fell off. I bloomed inside. I remembered why I run. I fell into the run like it was the most natural thing in the world, and before I knew it I'd gotten in four miles before it was time for dinner.
|Not bad at all!|
Anyway, you know those Snickers commercials? "You're not yourself when you're hungry?" Oh my gosh, guys, running is totally my Snickers. I'm such a moody diva without it.
So yeah, back on the horse and onto running! It's the end of long-race season for me (almost), so that means running for fun, some speed-work, and short races! Hooray!
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Running is my _________!