The things we do for love, for family, for ourselves. After running into a wall, literally, this weekend I realized I’ve made some sacrifices to get in a solid run.
I’ve run in some interesting circumstances:
– Dreaded hotel gym
– Dreaded hotel gym after company dinner
– In the cold/drizzle
– In the snow
– After demolishing a candy “bar” at a girlfriend’s baby shower
– At the crack of dawn
– At o’dark o’clock
– In the scorching heat of high noon
– Lost in Florida
– On cracked, janky sidewalks
– When nobody would run with me
Granted these situations were ones I put myself in — when you’re training it’s a different mindset. It’s like you take a silent oath to run when you have/need to and hope nobody catches on that you could be certifiable. As much as running may beat me up, more often than not it’s been good to me – and for me. I wouldn’t take back any one of those one miles.
In the poignant words of former Dallas coach Ron Meyer, “Don’t tell me about the labor, just show me the baby!”
Christmas Classic: The subdivision I grew up in put out luminaries every year on the second weekend before Christmas. Once it was dark, the streets would be lined with little candles in paper bags. I always thought it was so Santa would know where to go. The family would walk around and look at the Christmas lights. Always beautiful.
As a kid, did you ever go around looking at all the Christmas lights?