Being a runner is a lot like being a parent: It takes up all of your time, you sometimes hate it but you would never admit that to anyone, and once you get yourself into it there is really no way out. In both cases you are filthy and smelly all the time and there is no point in wearing makeup. And every mother knows that the bonus is that you get to live in active wear!
Much like raising kids, some days are good and some days are bad. And there is no great way to predict which kind of day it's going to be. Running, like parenting, morphs you into a person that your friends kind of appreciate, but mostly just don't understand. Basically, you're a freak.
And here is proof that some races are better than others:
Check out last year's race photo...:
...compared with this years:
This is the face of a person who has wished death on herself.
And, sort of like childbirth, it's not too long before you forget about the pain and are ready to do it all over again.
3 comments:
I looked worse then your second pic this year after only attempting to run the half....definitely wasn't the race I wanted, but like you said, I said "there is always next year" when it was over!
well put - even tho my longest races were half-marathons!
Well done for finishing and for having the determination to do this again.
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