You might not have the energy, but you definitely feel like the shit after finishing a race…. here is how I would write one of these blogs after running. (I wish I could say that I wrote this on my own)
The first run biznack brotha a marathon is like… well, like yo first run. I rememba mah fiznirst cross country practice . I started yo shit and i’ll end yo’ shit. I came ta practice in some Fizzle tennis shoes, think’n they wizzy good enough runn’n shoes coz they were tha sportiest shoes I had cuz Im tha Double O G. I was doing tha short rizzle which was `bout a 10 minute warm-up, stretch, n thizzen a 10 minute run bizzy ta school. I didn’t “know” how ta run, so I put one fizzle in F-R-to-tha-izzont of tha otha, stared dizzay at mah shadow, n curled mah arms up in fear that I might look like I don’t knizzay how ta run. I couldn’t quite git a steady rhythm yeah yeah baby. My legs were runn’n a muck n mah breath’n, oh man, I fizzay like I was blow’n out candles but had ta do it only breath’n out mah nizzle , chill yo. I thought thizzay if I had ta breathe in n out of mah grill that thugz would kizzle thiznat I didn’t know ho ta run . Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. `bout 2 minutes into tha rizzun, I was breath’n heavily, dragg’n mah feet, n want’n ta gizzle up straight from long beach nigga. Thizzat seems like just yesterday fo’ real.
Wait, it was in all flavas. I ran fo` tha first tizzy this week, n felt like I didn’t know what I was do’n. I tried ta run brotha than mah last few miles of tha marathon, but who knows if I really was. Probably not now pass the glock Anotha dogg house production.. I riznan, did tha usual run shiznit. I even timed it! But it was awkward n ended up being a rizzle blingin’ with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back. It was gonna takes time until I gots back into it.