day now and again, I need a reminder as to why I can’t quit this whole “running” thing. I’m going to share with you the not-so-gentle-reminder I use:
Thank you, Mila Kunis (aka, “Sexiest Woman in the World” by FHM Magazine), for reminding me what perfection looks like. Now, go eat a gallon of ice cream. Every hour. Until I tell you to stop.
In case you’re wondering…we’re still at it, folks. I have the best training partner around (he’s easy on the eyes, too), and we are one week away from our goal of running a 5k.
We are reminded each and every time we run, however, that our bodies are still not quite used to this. Sometimes I am convinced that my lungs have collapsed or that my muscles may never heal. If it weren’t for Carrie Underwood’s thighs (I saw those in person last Friday night) and this song, I wouldn’t have made it through last night’s run.
You people who run marathons and half-marathons are sick and twisted.
We’re halfway towards our goal, y’all! Allegedly in 4 more weeks, I’ll be able to run a 5k. That’s big for me, as I only run when someone is chasing me…or when my dog outsmarts me.
So, what happens when we reach our goal? We are seriously considering making our own app, called, “5k to Couch” which will include lots of lounging and alcohol.