One of my running friends posted this the other day on Facebook and I can’t believe I forgot to share it with you guys. A few of my favorites:
“So, what’s your PR?”
Translation: “I’m comparing myself to you, and suddenly my confidence in my own ability is somehow related to your best time.”
“The race didn’t go well. But it happens, you know?”
Translation: “No, you don’t know. You will never, ever be able to comprehend how awful it was. I cried. I puked. I walked. I had diarrhea. My body hates me. The sport hates me. The world hates me. I trained for four months for this? WHY ME? WHY?
“I’m just hoping to finish.”
Translation: “I will PR or die.”
“I get irritable if I don’t run.”
Translation: “If I don’t run, I may or may not become homicidal.”
That last one I can really relate to right now. I’m sure anyone I’ve come in contact with over the last 10 weeks can attest to it as well.
Here are a few other fun things for you this Friday:
My mom sent these super soft fox socks to me at work, which basically made my day. For those of you who don’t know, I’m obsessed with foxes.
When I got home last night I had some fun with Riley. Well, fun by my standards. Maybe not his. He kept sticking his nose in my gym shoe bag because I’m sure it smells horrific (amazing to him, of course). So I thought this was the necessary next step.
Then S got home and Riley was much happier.
Also have you guys Peanutized yourself yet? I did one for me and one for S. I think they’re pretty accurate.
That’s all for now. Happy Friday everyone!