So after running 13 miles and drinking innumerable coffees waiting for the fulls to come in we showered, changed and then went to my mom's to see her and my aunt and my grandmother and her husband. I wore the O'Bama shirt my bro and Andrea got me (featured recently) cause, well, my step-grandfather doesn't like O'Bama and, well, I'm a 
bit of a bitch. Actually, I kept it zipped up under my hoodie for most of the time and then my mom says (cause she knew what I was wearing) "Let's see your shirt!". It was kinda funny. I was like (inwardly) "high five, mom!".
bit of a bitch. Actually, I kept it zipped up under my hoodie for most of the time and then my mom says (cause she knew what I was wearing) "Let's see your shirt!". It was kinda funny. I was like (inwardly) "high five, mom!".Then we met up with some other running nutters to do what runners do best: eat and drink. You all think I'm a nutter? Well one woman at the table has done a 50k trail race (among countless others) and another couple is training for the TransRockies 
(550km over 7 days) and another guy there has done over 60 marathons. So basically the term "I can't" should never enter my vernacular. It's onwards and upwards, baby.
(550km over 7 days) and another guy there has done over 60 marathons. So basically the term "I can't" should never enter my vernacular. It's onwards and upwards, baby. We're capable of great and amazing feats.
We can always be better.
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The marathoner at my school made copies of a recent article for anyone who wanted one. I took one. It was an article from the May issue of Runners World. It's called My Nonrunning Brothers and Sisters. It tells nonrunners how to start running. I don't know why I can't, especially how they tell you to get started. I'm thinking of giving it a try.
lol @ the O'Bama shirt saga :-)
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