This quote was sent to me this week by a friend. It sums up exactly how I feel at the moment.
The fine print: Run, eat, sleep. Cross-train. Run, eat, sleep. Cross-train. Do a marathon. Do an ultramarathon. Run a 50K race, then just run another 50K. Climb some hills. Think about running. Run while you're thinking. Eat good stuff. Take a class in running. Get a friend to start running. Make them pace you. Pay them by the mile if you have to. Tell everyone you meet you have this intense desire to run 100 miles. Watch them faint in disbelief. Convert a golfer; there are more places to run than to play golf. Running is better than walking, even jogging is better than walking. Heck, running is even better than sex. There's a time to walk, but there's also a time to run. Sex can always wait until after an ultra. Get obsessed, stay obsessed. If you get angry, go run. If you feel tired, go run. When you have a good day, celebrate with a long run. Feeling bad? An ultra will help. If you screw someone (not sex, folks) punish yourself with a really long run after inserting a medium sized pebble into your shoe. Remember these things when you have doubts during any ultra: It will never always get worse. God will never give you more than you can handle. Of course, the down side of that is, God expects you to handle some really intense pain, perhaps followed by death. If you don't believe in an afterlife, remember that death deadens the pain, just like ibuprofen. If you believe in an afterlife, who really cares when you die? You might as well be running when you do.
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