RUNS THAT WERE LIKE SLOGGING THROUGH MENTAL TAR TO FINISH FOR 800, ALEX: It was windy today. And cold. And I was underdressed for the wind chill. And I was tired. And cranky. And I had to tape a blister. And my hair tie wasn’t holding my ponytail up. And my legs were a little sore, not to the point of pain, but where they started bitching about another run?! And my phone’s GPS kept messing up so it said I ran a mile in 2 minutes (all the lols) and I had to run for time instead of distance. And and and and and (insert excuses here). But I did it. I ran. Because let’s face it: there’s always a chance that I’ll wake up on race day and won’t want to run. There’s always a chance that I won’t be in the mood, and so you have to prepare, especially because there’s no chance you’ll feel as bad once you’ve finished. I can’t take the miles away now. I can eat five miles worth of junk food, sure, but why would I want to? YOU ALWAYS REGRET THE RUNS YOU MISS, YOU NEVER REGRET THE RUNS YOU MAKE.
Dammit. Ella is always right. Always.
