I have a love-hate relationship with running. Most of the time I really hate actually doing it, but I love how it makes me feel afterwards. I usually try to run between 4-8 miles, sometimes as much as 10 on crazy days and sometimes as little as 2 when I just cannot. Here’s a little “ode” I feel like I “owed” my running habit. (See what I did there?!)
An Ode to Running:
Five minutes in, my legs still aren’t warm.
Pain. Why did I do this again?
How far have I gone? Oh, point-two miles.
Seven-point-eight miles to go.
Ok, finally feeling warm.
My legs are getting in the groove. My feet have found their rhythm.
Shoot! My earbud fell out.
I can’t run without music! How do people run without music?!
What is this song, though? Not a good beat at all.
Ok, fixed the music.
Left, right, left, right.
Four miles down. Halfway!
I am a rockstar.
What’s my pace…oh, that’s not great.
Ok, speeding up.
Six miles. Definitely tired.
My legs hurt. My lungs hurt. My headband is coming off.
These stupid earbuds fell out again! Gosh.
I wonder if anyone else I’ve seen running is in as much pain as I am right now.
How do people run marathons? I want to run a marathon.
Actually that sounds like the worst thing ever.
Seven-point-eight miles! Only a little farther.
I want to quit. Wow I don’t think I can do this.
My legs are literally slowing down on their own.
No, Emily! Come on.
I literally hate this so much.
Why is the last fifth of a mile the longest?
Oh, oh! I finished! I accidentally went a little over eight, too!
Go me.
Ok now I want to crawl in a hole and never use my legs again.
Alright, I really and truly don’t understand ultra-marathoners.
------10 minutes later------
Wow, I feel great!
So energized! So strong!
I bet I could run another mile or two!
------30 seconds into trying another mile------
Nope I was wrong.
------Repeat two days later------
