The De-Virgination of a non-runner: College Hill- Holy (Japanese four character word)! I thought as I took a minute to re-examine what my definition of “mile-high” was. No longer did it have the same meaning, especially after College. No planes, no…. no. This was just the two of us, College, and about 7 minutes of getting to know my body in a way that will forever be scarred throughout different parts of it. Of course, I managed to get through the eternity of those seven minutes, and when I saw the end in sight couldn’t help but let out an awkward sigh of relief. The pain lingered, and no doubt I was exhausted. It left me with a tired feeling, sort of dizzy as well. Thinking back on the challenge that just was, I felt a bit of confidence in the fact that I made it (blocking out the struggle and pain to keep up with the experienced one). Up to this point up College, my body didn’t know what it meant to push; but this was all before the La Costa experience, the shittiest achievement before the big day…
The Triple Fold of Running: La Costa and Back- Running La Costa and Back carries the same expectations as the poo you will take after a big fancy meal at an expensive steak restaurant. The goal is to push for as long as you can without breaking, giving up, or tightening up so much that you can’t finish. With a steady movement, and periodic relaxation, this shit can be easy. Something like this takes a commitment of an hour plus, so make sure your ass is prepared. Look, it’s more of a skill than people realize. You can’t control everything that is going on, but there are ways to make it go smoother. With controlled, rhythmic breathing, you can ensure success despite traffic or anything else that might present obstruction. No doubt, you will sweat. If you strain too hard, you might end up curled over on your side with nothing to show but a constant shitty feeling and a bloated stomach.
The Long-Term Dead End Serious Relationship: AFC Half Marathon- I saw the end coming from the beginning. Actually, maybe not the very beginning. In the beginning I was relaxed, still kind of nervous, but had the adrenaline to see where this would take me. But I knew it was just going to be a long run on the road to nowhere. There weren’t even many ups and downs to keep it exciting. It just went downhill at the very beginning. I held on, thinking it would be easy from there on out, but it wasn’t. The end was such an uphill battle too. Eventually I had to call it quits and so now here I am- here we are, finished. I have had to work hard to challenge myself, but I thought I would have ended up better than I did. It’s mentally draining to try and focus on my own performance while there are so many people around me going for the same goal. I won’t say the whole thing was worthless, because it wasn’t, but like all relationships gone sour, all I can think about is how miserable I felt towards the last half of the whole thing when I felt like I wa the only one working through it, and how it left me empty at the end. Just give me my shirt, and I will be on my way. It’s not that this didn’t mean anything to me, but I need something more, a bigger challenge, a marathon.