"There's no Crying in Baseball!"
“There’s no crying in baseball!” But in running, it’s A-Okay to cry. Heck, cry all you want to. I do.
“Big girls don’t cry!” Oh, ya they do. Big girls cry probably more so than skinny girls while running. Just watch the Biggest Loser. They cry all the time. It’s hard. It hurts, but ultimately it’s worth it (at least that is what I keep telling myself). With this race looming before me, I have no choice but to keep going.
I ran ¾ of a mile today. I did it. Now, my legs hurt so bad, I have tears in my eyes. I still see others running on the same running trail that are older and, let’s face it, chubbier than me who are kicking my butt running. They are faster. They are stronger. I on the other hand, well I’m just trying to hang in there. My pace is slow. My timing is slow. I’m just slow. I should not compare myself to others. My husband tells me to knock it off, but I can’t help it. It’s hard not to.
So, I will wipe my eyes and I will ice my muscles and take plenty of pills to numb the pain. Tomorrow I walk. I look forward to it. Friday I run again and my muscles tighten up just thinking about it.
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