Oh the thoughts I have to entertain myself while I run. I am quite hilarious. ;)Just because it is sunny in Oregon does not mean it is safe to run in a white shirt. It can rain without notice.
After a car passes and they tap on the brakes...is it because they are slowing does because I am cute...or because they are wondering if at any moment I will collapse with exhaustion.
Dear 55-65 year-old man running my route of rolling hills, I will catch you tomorrow.
I used to love the challenge of a hill but now I use them as an excuse to cool down.
If a "biggest loser" can do it...the little strong me can do it.
Sunny days make me hate the treadmill.
Walking is harder than running slow.
I judge the difficulty of my run by the redness of the blotches on my arms.
I get an adrenaline rush whenever I pass someone.
What is the point of running the trail through the neighborhood, if no one at the park to see me and give me a pat on the back on Sunday?
