Most of you know that I have the greatest running partner, Lyric, who puts up with my whining with a smile and positive encouragement, works around my inability to get up early unless forced, and basically gets us out the door for our runs. Without her I would just be a stay at home slug getting hyped up on coffee all day and watching Ellen and Oprah until it was time to pick up my drama queen from school. But, I do have another running partner, she is my IPOD. I could not run without her......
Early in my runs I listen to praise and worship, this makes me happy and lets face it, I have to have Gods help with this marathon thing, I am not managing this on my own. Then, I move onto artists like Jordin Sparks and Colby Caillat singing of love, life and bubbles because I can still breathe and speak at this point so I can relate to joy. As I enter into the middle phase of my run, tired, bored and beginning to feel my toes fall asleep I have to pump it up a notch to P!nk and Evanescence, or any man hater song here will do! I have to say I love running to P!nk, if I could chose only one angry singer to run to, it would be her.
BUT, then something ugly happens......those last miles are the toughest, I am tired and hurting and wondering how a groin that could manage childbirth can't make it through more than 10 miles without making me want to lie down on the sidewalk and cry...so I gotta bring in the big guns..literally. I play no music in those last miles unless it is sung by a black man who grabs his crotch and raps about niggas, hoes and bloodshed, oh yeah and lollipops!
So a shout out to all of those artists bringing me sick music for those last miles of torture, bleeding toenails and pain and for helping me keep it all in perspective! (Okay, I have been watching way to many award shows.)
Has anyone ever told you that you are little scary?
ReplyDeleteI agree with you Debbie.
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