Running for two

As I was out on my Sunday morning run, I encountered a lot of couples running. And it struck me that the female parts of the couple were chattering up a storm, while the male runners were looking kind of dazed. And I wonder: is this typical?

Does running as a couple mirror your relationship? I certainly am the chatterbox in my marriage, and I know that dazed look very well. I've always felt it would be great to go out running with my husband, but now I'm not so sure. We have this undercurrent of competition going on, and I fear running might bring it to the surface. And not in a good way!

Already my husband, who doesn't run, is bragging he ran all the way to the train station in only fifteen minutes, knowing full well that, after ten years that's what it takes me too! And to rub it in, he adds: 'In my Birkenstocks, you know!'
'Yes dear,' I say, gritting my teeth, 'I know'.

So I think I'll stick to running by myself!
That way I can chat to me, and I'm a great listener!

Music I love to run to, and live life by

I simply love this song. When I'm out there running, it always makes me feel better.
And when life sucks, I think of this song, and it helps me feel strong and positive.



Lyrics

When you're feeling lonely, lost and let down
Seems like those dark skies are following you around
And life's just one big shade of gray
You wonder if you'll see the light of day

{chorus}
Behind the clouds, the sun is shining
Believe me even though you can't quite make it out
You may not see the silver lining
But there's a big blue sky waiting just behind the clouds

I've heard it said that this too shall pass
Good times or bad times, neither one lasts
But thinking that your luck won't ever change
Is like thinking it won't ever stop once it starts to rain

{chorus}
Behind the clouds, the sun is shining
Believe me even though you can't quite make it out
You may not see the silver lining
But there's a big blue sky waiting just behind the clouds
Yeah, there's a big blue sky waiting just behind the clouds

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My body is begging for it!

Lately my body has been begging me to go out for a run. Dumbfounded I feel this urge to run and this inexplicable desire to change into my running clothes.

At first I didn't recognize the feeling. I'm used to my body whining and complaining, and moaning: 'I wanna lie down!'
'I'm feeling really antsy today,' I told my husband. 'Probably had to much coffee,' I decided.
Somewhere in the past nine years something has changed. Is it possible my body has become used to regular runs, and is now actually asking for it?

Suddenly I don't need to threaten myself anymore with scary diseases, or bribe myself with promises of candy bars, I happily run out the door.
'Do what comes naturally,' I mumble to myself as I surrender to the desire to move. And I ask my body: 'Are you happy now?'
By way of answer my body skips merrily, and I feel the antsy feeling disappearing with every step.

Of all surprises running has brought me, this must be the biggest.
I've actually grown to love it.

Yuck!

As a runner, dogs and their owners are the bane of my life. Especially dog owners who have their dogs on one of those extendable leashes, which they only use to extend. Nót to pull their sex crazed dog back when it's starts humping my poor innocent legs.

But apparently things can get worse, because today a dog tried to get a whiff of my crotch, and its male owner said: 'Don't do that boy! It's probably real nice, but it's not allowed.'

I was stunned by such ungentlemanly behavior.

With such an owner, you almost can't blame the dog.
Almost.

I blame both.

Skyving of running

I've only managed to run once this week. It's a disgrace! But on Monday I caught the kids' virus, and puked my guts out. So on Tuesday I was feeling kind of wobbly, and on Wednesday I got my period and my pelvic floor felt like a hammock with too heavy a load in it.

Then came Thursday, and I managed to squeeze my run in, through snow and slippery roads. On Friday I took a day off, and I planned to run this Saturday, but then the Weather Forecast was all: 'Don't go outside, you might get hypothermia,' so I got scared.

Oh well, every day is the first day of the rest of my life, so tomorrow I'll just start again.

That's the great thing about running: it's always there for you, even though you weren't.