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Live every week like it's shark week

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So I'm not going to lie, my motivation has been a little low. When I do lace up the sneaks, I am glad I did, but every time I head out I am reminded that my foot is still a limiting factor and it fucking hurts. I appreciate the sentiment of my local running buddies, who being primed and motivated about there upcoming exploits, continue to try and pry me loose from the bonds of the couch but it also feels like I have to daily remind them that yes I have to run on soft surfaces and yes I have to warm up and yes I have to stretch and ice afterwards which usually necesitates some extra time thereby rendering me unable to run with said personalities.

I'm going to repeat the above mantra whenever I feel overwhelmed and frustrated and tell the chemicals in my brain that endorphins are begotten through a bit of physical toil. The more I think about it, I think I'm just in a bad mood this morning because I had to stoop so low as to drink expired Folgers coffee, which was indeed as dreadful as it sounds. I spat my third sip out and had to go sans caffeine until noon. Now I've got the Joao on and am working on a proper cup of Sidamo.

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the Call of A K a eleb said…
"I have to run on soft surfaces and yes I have to warm up and yes I have to stretch and ice afterwards"

didn't you have to do that stuff before you got injured? just kidding.

hey-got your call, but I probably won't be on the west side for a few days.
December 21, 2008 at 12:48 PM
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