bambirunner

So it was ridiculously hot out today and I was at work lifeguarding(read: sitting on the beach) and my boss came. And right in front of my boss’s car was the ice cream truck…for the third time today. The ice cream man has been coming at least once a day for a while now but I never brought money and didn’t think I was supposed to leave the beach anyways. But my boss, in a very generous moment, came over gave me five dollars and told me and the other guard to get ice cream. So I got a bugs bunny popsicle with gumball eyes and it was good. I had forgotten what they tasted like, and it honestly wasn’t as spectacular as I had remembered. Maybe I should have gotten tweety bird? Next time, I will get something with chocolate.

So today I ran to train for the ultra relay I am doing with my friends and I attempted my first 5 mile run since February I believe… I ran it in 7:30 pace for 5.15 miles and I’m still sort of in shock. I love it when I am faster than I think I am but it also kind of scares me because I’ve never thought of myself as fast. I’ll have to change that mentality before xc season so I can run this sub 20 5k—well at least sub 21… but it’s looking more and more possible if I can keep the training up this summer.

So I guess the reason why I run is that I’ll never be able to answer the question of why I do it. I run because I can… and because no one can tell me not to. It’s something I have almost total control over and it’s become a part of who I am. So I run because running is mine but I can share it when I want to. You don’t realize what you have until someone tries to take it away from you…then you fight, for reasons you don’t understand, and realize that this thing means more to you than you could ever realize.