Outside the Comfort Zone

Running, I can’t quit you. Oh, I try. I take breaks, sometimes for a few weeks, sometimes for months. But inevitably there comes that morning when I drink too much (coffee) and all my inhibitions drop away. I see my running shoes sitting there in my closet and I hear them murmuring to me in a sultry voice: “Hey, Babe, wanna run away with me?” And before I can stop myself, my Kinvaras are laced up and I’m heading out the door.

Sure, some might say it’s a dysfunctional relationship, but I know this time it will be different. Things have changed. We’ve been to (physical) therapy. So, here I am. Starting over, once again.

Just like last time.

I particularly like the 18-second mark of this video where you can see the bloodstains from the California International Marathon Monsoon on my pretty pink shoes. I finally got rid of those shoes a few weeks ago. I’m still mourning the loss of them. But who wants old worn out blood-stained shoes? Me, apparently.

I’ll post my running progress here. If there is any. But no photos of bloody shoes, I promise.