I might have hit the wall by now, or I’m close to it. It is hell inside my mind in those final miles.īefore I know it, all of my mental anguish has brought me to the final mile and my legs are ready to give up. Oh my God, WHY DO YOU HAVE A SONG FROM THE LION KING SOUNDTRACK ON YOUR RUNNING PLAYLIST?” Maybe you need a new song to motivate you. Or don’t, because everyone that you told about this marathon would laugh at you and call you a failure. After all, this is only a portion of what you have to run, and you’re already flagging? You’re kind of pathetic. Maybe you shouldn’t have signed up for this marathon. You know if you weighed less you’d probably be able to run faster. Remember that time you went to IHOP with Jenny for unlimited pancakes and you tapped out after 3? Hahaha what a lightweight. What kind of food should I eat when I finish this run? Pancakes maybe. That’s just a 5k! You can do that in your sleep. I glance at my watch and think “OK, 3 more miles. Or are they? Is it all in my mind? They say running is all mental, so am I psyching myself out now, or am I really tired? Oh hey another red light. Am I going fast enough? Can I maintain the pace that I just kept for an hour+ for another hour+? GOD my legs are starting to get heavy. Once I pass the halfway point I start to think a little too much about things. I may even do a little run-dancing to break the monotony.īut then I catch a creeper at a red light just watching me with a weird look on his face, so I stop dancing and pick up the pace again for a few miles. Oh look, sunflowers! That’d make a really great #seenonmyrun pic. Sure, I’m running, but maybe this song isn’t what I want to hear right now, let me slow down for a few strides here and find a new one. 2, 3, 4, 5+ miles go by, and it’s all good.Īround the halfway point though, I start to get a little distracted. So I slow it down a bit and settle into a nice pace for a few miles. But my legs, knees, hips and ankles sometimes have other plans. My music is pumping, I’m feeling fresh as hell, ready to take on this run. Stepping off the porch I remind myself that I should probably do some dynamic stretching these knees don’t exactly have the get-up-and-go they used to, after all.īut instead I wait and wait, then take off the second my Garmin has satellite reception, like an idiot. Fuel up, scrub my face, sunblock it all, and get decked out in my running gear finest then throw open the door to greet the morning with some attitude. So I stumble to the Keurig, pop in a Jamaican Me Crazy k-cup (thanks, Wolfgang Puck!), and begin the prep process. Or not really, because I may have had a glass or two of wine the night before and set my alarm for WAY earlier than I really want to wake up on a Saturday, and who’s effing idea was it to sign up for a stupid marathon anyway? Thusly, I present you with: The Long Run, in GIFs: This ridiculously long but still incredibly entertaining list of gifs from Buzzfeed.Īs I scrolled through the page before work, it occurred to me that many of these gifs represent my feelings before, during, and after a long run. I prefer the slightly alterna-chick vibe I get by being 100% staunchly pro-QuickChek. You can keep your Wawa’s, Starbucks, and Dunkin Donuts. I refuse to jump on the Pumpkin Spice bandwagon, and my favorite convenience store is right there with me.
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