I do believe I've identified some chiatic structure in my life. I started running just because I looked forward to feeling good. Now I feel good and look forward to running. Oh yes my friends, a peripety has certainly taken place over the weekend! (I'm REALLY sorry for the majority of you that don't know what I'm talking about...but all my Bible study ladies will know what I'm talking about and I am officially a geek because I LOVED the literary device lesson!)
But the rest of you get the gist. I used to HATE the mere notion of evening running. I would have to psyche myself up just to get out the door. I looked forward only to the end of the run. Now I find myself looking forward to the run itself! I get a little antsy on my rest days. I start to get excited about my next training level, seeing how much more milage I cacn add on, pressing to increase my stamina, and looking forward to the day when I can concentrate on increasing my speed and setting PR's. WOW. Insanity. Pure Insanity. Is this what you runner's meant by addicting? I get it now.
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You got it bad, girl! And are you making up words now? :-) Had to google that one.
P.S. Where's the post and the pictures of Ella's first camping trip last week? Huh? You're killing me here! :o)
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