Running has defiantly changed my life. For the worse. Showers, for me, are a luxury activity not a necessity. Being someone who resembles a sweaty beetroot when I run, means I have to shower much more often than previously. Plus I need to wash my hair more often than my ten day maximum. I have more laundry as I am now having to wear a second set of clothes that scream “olfactory” from my laundry basket if left for longer than a day. My skin has broken out like a forlorn teenager and for all my moaning I am even starting to sound like one. In summary running has changed me into a 100 gram thinner, smellier, acne-ridden beetroot. I apologise profusely but I am the worst possible advocate for running.
There are signs of hope though and I cling on to these like velcro. The deer no longer mock me with their rudeness and I look forward to seeing the wildlife. I prefer the days when I do run rather than when I do not. Positive signs of addiction that 5km is no longer enough, running has made me greedy and I want more. And I even managed to convince my husband that it was not a tumour on my left buttock but the promised beginnings of muscle. That and the bag of onions. I have got a lot of mileage out of that bag of onions which deserves further exploration on another day.
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Beetroot!!!!! bahahahahahaha - cousin David
oh! and I just purchased brand new running shoes. My excuses are dwindling (Im going to take it as a sign from the universe that the "word verification code" that I had to retype in order to posst this comment is "davelys" !!!!!!!)
Does this mean I am good enough to be your running partner now David? Because I had to import one from LA as no-one here wants to "run" with me. But she leaves on Saturday.
I am wondering if I'm good enough to run with you. My bad foot is now my god-awful foot and my good foot is my bad foot. Nothing shedding these extra 60 lb won't fix!
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