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.

 

but-i-still-run-fullI 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.