Running and I have a love/hate relationship.
I love to run when everything lines up. The sun, the moon, the air quality, a cute outfit, the right food before hand. I hate to run when I am tired, it is too hot, too cold, humid, raining, my shoes aren't cute enough, my hair is not right or the I can find anything else to do.
So, now that I am 5 weeks away from a huge race, I lam constantly fighting with Running.
Running is telling me to get my rear in gear.
My rear is telling me sit on the couch and watch Modern Family and the newest Netflix arrival.
However, today, I am off to run. 6 miles of never ending joy. For in five weeks, I will join eleven other people in two smelly vans and run from Chattanooga, TN to Nashville, TN.
All the way. On foot. Overnight.
This is weighing heavily on me as I am the "Captain".
I am the weirdo who talked everyone including my meticulous business partner
into signing up for this insane thing.
By the way "Thanks, Partner!"
So, Running and I will have to make peace.
Running will have to remember that if we eat pretzel bread we are slower.
Running will have to remind me that when I actually get on the stick, I love Running.
And I will have to overcome the issues that come my way.
So, right now, I am off to get a cute outfit on, fix my hair, and RUN!