Running hurts. It always has. Woolly mammoths didn't just roll over onto a plate and serve themselves up to prehistoric man with fries and a shake. They had to be caught - and running down woolly mammoths was a bitch. Guess what? Running is still a bitch. But one with a purpose. It teaches us that good things do not come easy. It teaches us that we are capable of more than we think. It teaches us that hard work will be rewarded and laziness will be punished. Don't expect to learn those life lessons from running's shiftless stepchild, jogging. Next time you suffer on the roads or trails, suffer proudly. It means you run like an animal. ~ Pearl Izumi
Today is our first cross country meet of the season (1 of 4). It's a bit chilly outside so I'm hoping those that don't have an "animal" in their heart, will run like an "animal" cuz they want to get warm. :)
I also have to run 75 minutes today which it is my goal to run like a bitch. Oh, I am a bitch. OK, run like an animal. I'll have to take on the track - 32 laps of track goodness because my kiddos will be with me as dh is smoking ribs and pork loins today for my good friend Don's birthday bash. Yummo! Back to running: My goal is to average 8:50 mile and who knows, if that animal really kicks in, maybe I'll hit an 8:30 mile. Run on!
This is Don who is turning 60 on Wednesday. He rides like an animal. :)