Running To The Finish: littleitalianrunner: Easiest way to differentiate between passionate...
Easiest way to differentiate between passionate runners and people that run for show:
Are they wearing nike frees?
Omg bless this post, for real though. The majority of people who just run on occasion (at least at my old high school. And ESPECIALLY college) wear Nike…
now let’s watch some high and mighty runner fight for the rights of their beautiful and perfect Nike Frees.
I wear them cause FUCK YOU. get off your high ass horse. for a bunch of people who want everyone to be healthy, who want people to make healthy choices, you sure are a judgmental fucking group of college “passionate” runners. CAUSE PEOPLE CAN’T BE INTERESTED IN RUNNING OR INTERESTED IN BECOMING SERIOUS RUNNERS BECAUSE THEY WEAR FREE RUNS.
kiss my tiffany blue free runs, bitch.
I usually don’t take the time to respond to crap like this, but this one really irritates me. I don’t run in Nike Frees all the time as I’ve taken to running in my Inov-8’s a lot recently, BUT I AM NOT ANY LESS PASSIONATE ABOUT RUNNING WHEN I DO WEAR THEM. I wear frees because almost every other type of shoe I’ve tried has given me medial ankle pain. New balance, Brooks, Asics, even other Nike shoes. Basically all the ones I’ve tried except the frees. Being a poor college student, living on her own, who is unfunded by her parents, I’m not in the position to go buy a speciality pair of shoes (though it is on the list). For me the frees work just fine!! Maybe it’s like that for others too? Even if it’s not it doesn’t matter! Just because someone wears a certain type of shoe gives you no right whatsoever to make assumptions about them because of that. Maybe they could run miles around you! Maybe their history with running trumps yours! You don’t know them, and you don’t know how they feel about running.
FUCK, I HAVE ULTRARUNNER FRIENDS WHO RUN IN NIKE FREE’S OCCASIONALLY (though she prefers her Mizuno, and he prefers his Inov-8’s).
Don’t think you’re elite just because you wear any other brand, because maybe you’re not.
That is all.
There are few times where I can actually say I’m humbled by myself, while I’m running is one of them.
My feet are pounding the ground, my quads biting and my hamstrings screaming because—as always, they’re the tightest thing on my body. My lungs effortlessly carry me mile after mile. As my body does what it’s become so accustom to, my thoughts race. When did I get like this? When did running come so naturally? Three years ago had I ever imagined myself running the same plot of land as I did today, I’d have laughed. Running a mile in gym class against my will was one thing, but running six miles for fun, simply because I could? That was unfathomable. Yet that’s exactly what I do. Today the trail I chose to take was a five-mile out and back running along a lake. It’s a beautiful trail, lined with trees and flowers. A quarter of the way in the main path comes to a fork with a gravel path. On the way out I ignored that fork, but on the way back, with four miles under my feet, my legs cramping, and sweat beading on my forehead, my mind calculated the difference between finishing my out and back or diverting down this second path. If I kept to my plan I would log five miles, if I diverted I would log six. Six was new, and that sounded wonderful. Immediately my mind protested. Your legs are tired, you already have way too many calories to eat back, you have to be at a meeting at seven. Excuse after excuse bubbled up, but when that gravel path came into sight I shrugged and turned. Six miles. Not my furthest, but my furthest in half a year. Did I think I could finish it? I had my doubts, but I knew there was no turning back. I would have six miles under my belt at the end of this path no matter what. That last mile was painful. I failed to account for the gravel making my footsteps unstable, but I finished it. And that’s what astounds me. I can do things like that now, push my limits on a whim, and watch my body react and grow and change. If I can do that, I can do anything, which almost leaves me speechless, because in complete honesty all of this is simply amazing.
smile bright eyes.
Fitboy
Do you guys remember him? The guy who got me into running and Crossfit? The one who changed my life. Do you remember the long and elusive past we share? Remember how things left off a little poorly?
Well, it’s gotten a lot better since then, and he’s coming to see me tomorrow. Happier than I can express. :)
I always give myself one day to get over something. In the morning it has to be better because at that point it’s a new day that shouldn’t be judged by yesterday.
The weekends are both way too long and way too short.
2 days and 22 hours until I get to leave for London. 20 hours of work. 2-3 hours of Crossfit. 18ish hours of sleep.
It can’t get here soon enough, but at the same time I want the next 2 days and 22 hours to drag. In fact, I want it to drag so slowly that it feels like a lifetime. Because in 2 days and 22 hours I get to go to London again, but I also get to see Fitboy for what will likely be the last time.
It’s a bittersweet feeling, and I don’t know whether to jump for joy or cry. Some of you will recall Fitboy and I haven’t been on the best of terms recently, but it’s gotten better. A lot better, actually. We just spent the last three hours talking and it wasn’t awkward or tense at all. We’re almost back to normal, really. We just need a bit more time to talk and figure things out, but that time just isn’t available.
I wonder where we’ll stand when I get on that plane and he gets in his truck. I wonder if he’ll keep his promise to come back in August. I wonder how important I really am to him. 2 days and 22 hours to find out.
Lions, tigers, and bears! Oh my!
Off to the zoo today. I don’t think I’ve mentioned it but I volunteer with Big Brothers Big Sisters, which is a program where you’re assigned a “little” (mines 12yrs old) and you mentor them. Drago, me and another “Big” are all doing a group outing. Not sure if I’ll work out when I get back because I think Fitboy and I are finally going to sit down and talk, but I’ll definitely get a good amount of walking in.
Can’t wait to see the giraffes, tigers, and penguins! :D
Crossfit Day #13: Mix it up
Warm up:
3 rounds of:
10 supermans
10 mountain climbers
10 squats
WOD:
400 meter run
10 reverse burpees
20 mountain climbers
30 pistols
40 sit-ups
50 pull-ups (100 is doing jumping pull-ups, which I did)
400 meter run
The workout itself wasn’t all too bad, but 3 minutes left on the clock for the warm-up Drago just starts laughing as Fitboy strolls in. She thens turns to me and says amusedly: “I wonder how this is going to play out.” See, Fitboy and I are a little awkward right now, and by a little I mean a lot. We haven’t seen each other since graduation, and have only texted minimally. It’s hard to explain because I’m not sure I understand it myself.I asked him if this was the end of everything, and he said no, that he’s working on some things, but I don’t know what to take from that. He told me he’d get himself together before I leave next month, but so far there’s not much progress. I don’t know how to feel right now. But he strolled in and knocked out the 12 minute warm-up in 3 minutes, and god I realized how much I miss him. During the WOD as I went to do pistols I somehow ended up in front of him as he was doing standard pull-ups (those arms omg…). Up until this point I’d avoided looking at him. I was being childish but I didn’t know how to respond to suddenly seeing him. Halfway through my pistols I look up and he looks down as he releases a pull-up, and he meets my eyes, and it took all I could manage to keep doing pistols. I couldn’t sit there in front of him with him looking at me. Afterwards we all mingled about and played around with the punching bag and he stayed back, and came over and was all cordial, but I was so angry with him and immature that I gave him the cold shoulder. I regret it now, because even after that he lingered back, but I made sure my attention was elsewhere. We really need to just sit down and talk, but that ballI s in his court.
Too much on my mind. Nap then work.
My current emotional state is best described as fragile.
I’m either going to break in the next few days, or I’m going to hold it in and ignore everything. I’m not sure which. I’m much more the type of person to face something head on and find the solution, but I can’t do that when the situation involves another person. I can only speak, and feel, and act for myself.
Right now all I can think is how inadequate and worthless I am if the people I treasure most have so easily walked away from me. Both of my best friends are in town, one who lives down the street everyday and the other who lives out of state, and neither want to see me.
Thing is, I don’t think I did anything wrong. I can’t for the life of me figure out why, and it hurts. It hurts so much.
I could really use a long run right now, but my ankle is gimp. Oh, life.
“What I need is someone who will make me do what I can.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
I like to think I have enough of an internal drive to push myself to do the best that I can do, consistently, but I don’t anymore. I used to. In high school when I was faced with a challenge, no matter how minuscule, I would consistently meet it head on with all my strength. These days life is draining me. School, work, and a trying social life have me so tired I don’t know how to cope. Throw in my workout schedule and suddenly I think I’m too exhausted. Thing is, I’m not. I can usually go another round when I call it quits. I could probably pull another mile when I tell myself my lungs are dying and decide to stop. I could probably lift another five to ten pounds despite my objections. I’ve started cutting corners wherever I can, and I shouldn’t be. It’s not acceptable to cut corners to things that better myself.
I started Crossfit last week, and it’s exactly what I needed. A trainer telling me to go as hard as I can, and then go harder. A group of people sweating and gritting their teeth through their own pain, and still looking over at me to compliment my form, or egg me on to one more set.
It’s not that I don’t have that drive in me, but I need a little help here and there to push me to my limits. After all, what good is there in doing something if I’m not doing it to the best of my abilities? If all I do is give halfway, I end up with a pile of half-finished nothings. I’d rather have a few, finished successes.
Reminder of the day: cut corners elsewhere, you deserve all your effort.
3 mile run to burn off some stress.
FINALS. Need I say more?
Thankfully, my diet hasn’t suffered like it normally would. Been eating pretty healthy actually. :)
Last two finals are Thursday and they happen to be my worst ones: Ochem and Physiology.
Oy vey.
I’m supposed to go out Thursday night with some friends but I really just want to curl up and watch movies or something. Unless I can get Fitboy to go out and have a few drinks with us, but he keeps telling me that if he has a few drinks there’s no telling what will happen, and he doesn’t want to cross that line. hmmmm.
For now, dinner, study, beddd. Crossfit tomorrow at 4!
Night!
