I’m never going to win a race (unless it’s against my four year olds, and even that’s getting close).
But still, I run.
I don’t always follow a training schedule.
But still, I run.
I don’t really understand “running splits.”
But still, I run.
I only finish my solo long runs if my husband picks me up at a designated time and location, so I can’t give up half way through the run. (Full disclosure: that location is usually a Starbucks or a Menchie’s.)
But still, I run.
Most days, I’m too lazy to do hill training.
But still, I run.
I can’t quite figure out the Garmin watch I got for Christmas.
But still, I run.
I don’t know if I got a PB on that last race because I never remember my race times for longer than a week.
But still, I run.
I don’t always hydrate the day before a big race (sometimes I’ll even drink wine and/or beer instead of water).
But still, I run.
I put on my shoes and I run.
I don’t run fast.
And I don’t always run far.
But still, I run.
