so I’m still running’s bitch. I’ve been trying to get there as much as I can. Of course, have had a setback since my foot injury. Whatevs. Getting out there again. I’m in awe of people that make it look so effortless. The other day I was struggling along, I mean running along and there was this guy coming the other direction. He was running fast, perfect form, was so very happy out there doing his thing that I just wanted to reach out and well…trip the bastard. Hey, what can I say? I’m not nice.

I have tons of friends that run. People that are just starting running and kicking ass, ridiculously fast marathon runners, average speed marathon runners, 5K runners, Ultra Marathon runners. The annoying list goes on. Most of them seem to actually enjoy it. I know, I know. They’re crazy! I’ve watched a lot of them run. In fact, almost all of them I’ve cheered on at races and have been so happy for and inspired by. I know they have their struggles and it’s not always as easy as it looks. But the universal thing is that they love it.  The bastards.

I’m just jealous. I always dread the run workouts. Well, not always. Since I’ve switched to the mornings I’m happier about it. Which is pretty counter intuitive since I love my games of alarm tag in the morning. But I like being out there when the sun comes up and I love the fact that nobody can see me attempting to run. Though I dislike tripping in the dark. In fairness, I’d trip even with light.

What’s the point of all of this? I have no idea. I’m just trying to keep myself awake for the Sox game. Maybe it’s that I should spend my time out there trying to see what people love about it instead of focusing on how much I suck at it.

Right after I trip that guy.