Hi y'all,
Long distance running takes all kind of people and doesn't distinguish at all. We runners unite through the same kind of crazy that only a runner gets. a specific kind of WOOOHOOO related to those long distances and races. Crazy you say? Why ...I'd say! What kinda crazy? Well...
Early morning runs even when you really hate early and morning and people on those early mornings. Late night runs when you really wanted to slouch on the couch but you can't because your legs are twitching like hell. Long runs when all you can think of is what you'll be eating when you come home; pickles on rye bread, banana and cheese toasties, butter milk by the gallon, eggs and cheese...OMG just cheese....or steak even when you're a vegetarian, chocolate milk and cookies, skyr with all the berries you can muster, salmon...just raw salmon an entire slice, pickled onions or the just the juice straight from the jar....Need I go on? Yes because you know what? Once you are out off your sweatsies and done with the long hot shower all you really wanna go do is foam roll the hell out of those legs and have some real food. Pickle juice straight from the jar?? Hell no....
Than there's the kind of crazy that you'll get once you start integrating speed work. It's the kind of crazy that makes your face go Dali and renders you that filthy mouthed muttering or even screaming demon. Swearing like hell hath not fury and wishing the worst on your coach when you need to get way out of your comfort zone, legs, lungs and head on fire only to be like a thankful angelic smiling god once the speed work is over and you've puked your guts out. The two-faced-speed-work-demon.
If you think i'm done well think again because I'm far from it. We also have the long slow-paced run kinda crazy. When you really wanna speed up but you're not allowed because you are working on that aerobic zone. The kind of crazy that awakens your fire drake, the untamable beast hissing through your thoughts to release it. Janking it's chains and you trying to control it and than, just when you enter your last half mile you'll let her rip and you run like death itself wants to have you.
There is soooo much more crazy going on in runs and this week I believe I've had them all and guess what? I still love it, or maybe even more. Running is the insanity I need to stay sane in this crazy world. Because no matter how twisted runners are....we are nothing compared to what is out there.
That's it for now, keep it unreal and make it happen
no limits, no regrets
until we read again
Love Marlies
Long distance running takes all kind of people and doesn't distinguish at all. We runners unite through the same kind of crazy that only a runner gets. a specific kind of WOOOHOOO related to those long distances and races. Crazy you say? Why ...I'd say! What kinda crazy? Well...
Early morning runs even when you really hate early and morning and people on those early mornings. Late night runs when you really wanted to slouch on the couch but you can't because your legs are twitching like hell. Long runs when all you can think of is what you'll be eating when you come home; pickles on rye bread, banana and cheese toasties, butter milk by the gallon, eggs and cheese...OMG just cheese....or steak even when you're a vegetarian, chocolate milk and cookies, skyr with all the berries you can muster, salmon...just raw salmon an entire slice, pickled onions or the just the juice straight from the jar....Need I go on? Yes because you know what? Once you are out off your sweatsies and done with the long hot shower all you really wanna go do is foam roll the hell out of those legs and have some real food. Pickle juice straight from the jar?? Hell no....
Than there's the kind of crazy that you'll get once you start integrating speed work. It's the kind of crazy that makes your face go Dali and renders you that filthy mouthed muttering or even screaming demon. Swearing like hell hath not fury and wishing the worst on your coach when you need to get way out of your comfort zone, legs, lungs and head on fire only to be like a thankful angelic smiling god once the speed work is over and you've puked your guts out. The two-faced-speed-work-demon.
If you think i'm done well think again because I'm far from it. We also have the long slow-paced run kinda crazy. When you really wanna speed up but you're not allowed because you are working on that aerobic zone. The kind of crazy that awakens your fire drake, the untamable beast hissing through your thoughts to release it. Janking it's chains and you trying to control it and than, just when you enter your last half mile you'll let her rip and you run like death itself wants to have you.
There is soooo much more crazy going on in runs and this week I believe I've had them all and guess what? I still love it, or maybe even more. Running is the insanity I need to stay sane in this crazy world. Because no matter how twisted runners are....we are nothing compared to what is out there.
That's it for now, keep it unreal and make it happen
no limits, no regrets
until we read again
Love Marlies
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