I wanted to share this with you guys. It was in a weight loss group that I kinda sorta follow, but it caught my eye. I watched it. I cried at the end of it. I'm by no means Brock, but this is how I felt towards the end of my 2 mile intervals today. I know I'm (oh hell, crying again) I know I'm not an athlete. I know that my 17 minute / mile is chump change. I also know that it's MINE.
That hill, that little bump in the road that I call a hill? The roads I train on are full of inclines like that, and today I hit every one of them going UP on my running intervals. The voice in my head started grumping and whining and bitching. I thought about going home. But you know what?
I just kept going. I didn't take my eyes off the blacktop. I didn't see the hills. I put one foot in front of the other and I ran that stupid interval. Maybe not fast. Maybe I sounded like an asthmatic steam engine blowing a valve the whole time. But I kept going, and by golly I'm going to claim that.
Now, who do I write to at Runkeeper so I can get this dude as my training coach on there?