Jedayla

No one was chasing me. I did it because I'm insaaaane.

Mile 0.5: Yeah bitches! Look at me, woohoo I'm running a half-marathon!!!

Mile 1: Okay, I'm going to shoot the fool who left the gate to the bike path shut. Four hundred crazy fools are falling all over each other! Woohoo, but I'm run-nin.'

Mile 2: Twelve miles to go...noooo problem. Wait, why is everyone running past me? Whatever, they'll run out of steam if they run too fast so early. Slow is smart.

Mile 3: Crap, the tape on my ankle is digging into the front of my foot. That's gonna leave a mark. And get those damn showtunes out of your head!

Mile 3.5: Yeah, I'm f-ing insane. Why did I do this again? Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes...how do you measure...a 20K???

Mile 4: Oh thank heavens. Gatorade! Sweet nectar of the gods! Can ya feel that body??? huh???

Mile 5: Downhill. Golly, it's purdy here in Upstate New York in autumn. I love the world!

Mile 6: Did I leave the oven on?

Mile 7: Hey, we're running alongside the Northway! Damn, those highway signs are a lot bigger than they look on the road.

Mile 8: Dammit, I'm bored. I want someone to talk to! My running partner ran off to flirt with the chicks running ahead of us.

Mile 9: Okay, this is officially farther than I've ever run in my life... Are we there yet?

Mile 10: Okay, I think I'm gonna die. My legs feel like really heavy jell-o. Mmmm, jell-o. I think RM made some jell-o last night.

Mile 11: Yup, I'm gonna die. Legs are turning to lead. Wow, that guy in front of me has the most muscular legs I've ever seen...he's kinda cute from the back...oh God, he's like sixty.

Mile 12: If you stop running, I'll kick the S#$@ out of you. It's the eye of the tiger it's the thrill of the fight, rising up to the challenge of our rivals. Women make the legs weak, Rock!

Mile 13: How the f--- am I still running? Wow, my legs are moving really fast. Hey dude, don't even think about passing me. That's right, eat my dust.

Mile 13.1: See yaaaaaa. Mmmmm bananas and orange slices.

Those were my thoughts consecutively in two hours, one minute and 49 seconds. Felt like I could run another 13.1 miles when I finished. Don't feel so much like that today, the day after. I feel like I got hit by a semi and dragged 13.1 miles along the Northway. So when's the next race???

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2005-10-10 8:04 PM Running down a dream Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (2) Share on Facebook	No one was chasing me. I did it because I'm insaaaane. Mile 0.5: Yeah bitches! Look at me, woohoo I'm running a half-marathon!!! Mile 1: Okay, I'm going to shoot the fool who left the gate to the bike path shut. Four hundred crazy fools are falling all over each other! Woohoo, but I'm run-nin.' Mile 2: Twelve miles to go...noooo problem. Wait, why is everyone running past me? Whatever, they'll run out of steam if they run too fast so early. Slow is smart. Mile 3: Crap, the tape on my ankle is digging into the front of my foot. That's gonna leave a mark. And get those damn showtunes out of your head! Mile 3.5: Yeah, I'm f-ing insane. Why did I do this again? Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes...how do you measure...a 20K??? Mile 4: Oh thank heavens. Gatorade! Sweet nectar of the gods! Can ya feel that body??? huh??? Mile 5: Downhill. Golly, it's purdy here in Upstate New York in autumn. I love the world! Mile 6: Did I leave the oven on? Mile 7: Hey, we're running alongside the Northway! Damn, those highway signs are a lot bigger than they look on the road. Mile 8: Dammit, I'm bored. I want someone to talk to! My running partner ran off to flirt with the chicks running ahead of us. Mile 9: Okay, this is officially farther than I've ever run in my life... Are we there yet? Mile 10: Okay, I think I'm gonna die. My legs feel like really heavy jell-o. Mmmm, jell-o. I think RM made some jell-o last night. Mile 11: Yup, I'm gonna die. Legs are turning to lead. Wow, that guy in front of me has the most muscular legs I've ever seen...he's kinda cute from the back...oh God, he's like sixty. Mile 12: If you stop running, I'll kick the S#$@ out of you. It's the eye of the tiger it's the thrill of the fight, rising up to the challenge of our rivals. Women make the legs weak, Rock! Mile 13: How the f--- am I still running? Wow, my legs are moving really fast. Hey dude, don't even think about passing me. That's right, eat my dust. Mile 13.1: See yaaaaaa. Mmmmm bananas and orange slices. Those were my thoughts consecutively in two hours, one minute and 49 seconds. Felt like I could run another 13.1 miles when I finished. Don't feel so much like that today, the day after. I feel like I got hit by a semi and dragged 13.1 miles along the Northway. So when's the next race??? Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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