Some people who run listen to music, some listen to podcasts, mostly I listen to the voices in my head. As crazy as that sounds the things I hear are even crazier, but at least they follow a pattern which is, at least, reassuring. They go something along these lines.
Such a lovely evening, I’m delighted I’m getting out for a run, pity I didn’t get out the last few nights but I’ll make up for it tonight.
CHRIST I hate this hill, it’s flipping impossible.
Okay hill might be stretching it but this slow incline is a killer.
Maybe I should just walk up it and then run again.
No, keep going for another 3 minutes and sure then see.
Hell on earth, this never gets any easier, maybe I’m not cut out for running, but I hate the gym and walking is so flipping slow…I’ll just keep going until the top and sure I can walk then if I want to
Maybe if I got pregnant I wouldn’t have to run anymore, I’d have an excuse for that extra half stone…okay…stone, and breastfeeding, that worked so well to lose the baby weight on the others, it would be grand. I know I said another baby would most likely drive me to the mental home and there was
constant some mention of me being cranky when I was sleep deprived, but it couldn’t be any worse than having to flipping run.
*hears update from Runkeeper*
Woohoo, fantastic…3 1/2 km done…I’m more than half way there.
This is a breeze.
I should really go every evening.
Would you look at that view, can’t believe there are people sitting inside watching tv when they could be out running instead…
What was I thinking, this is the life.
Maybe I should start training for a 10km run, it would be grand, I’m sure I could do it.
I should write a post about the joy of running, encourage more people to get out there.
Oh look, there’s the house, nearly there and I feel brilliant, I really must remember how good this feels tomorrow and not be so moany about heading out.
CHRIST I hate this flipping hill….