hopeless ranting

Running and I have a love-hate relationship. At times, going out for a nice job or even an intense sprint can actually me… dare I say it… enjoyable. The fresh air slapping in my face can be soothing. It gets me fit enough to get by, and it keeps me busy. The perks to running long distance are pretty obvious I guess, but there really aren’t that many.

Let’s face the big issues now. I run cross country, so the amount of miles I usually run every day are around 3ish. Some hardcore runner kids might laugh at this, but some would agree that that’s quite a bit. It kind of sucks that each course features a varied assortment of hills as well. For me at least, these treks are arduous. I sweat, I ache, and I get sore the next day. Running an actual, measured out 5k at race pace makes it all the worse. Cotton-mouth becomes a major factor, and then it turns into the dreaded glue-mouth. My breathing feels like it becomes random, and my life basically sucks for somewhere around 20 minutes. For all of these reasons, and the big race day anxiety factor, I didn’t run track last year. Cross Country is about all of the running I can handle these days. All of us runners would agree that it sucks, BUT the pain is supposed to make us stronger and faster blahblahblah. Well hey… I suppose there’s some pretty scenery on some of those Cross Country courses.

I guess it all comes down to the fact that running is something to do. I slide away from being a lazy shithead on practice days, even if it is for just an hour.

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