Well I somehow got out of running for a week. Now I swear, I would have run, but you see Becky and I had other commitments. When I say that I mean that we live across from Summerfest and sometimes it just calls your name louder inside the gates than running around them.
Today we ran. It actually wasn’t miserable. I’m slowly realizing that it’s easier to just sing to the music in my head than complain. Yes, you just read those words from me, the world’s biggest complainer, well I prefer the word whiner, but I digress.
I really wish someone good was playing at Summerfest on the North stages when we were running. I would have enjoyed it, but alas, I didn’t recognize a song. Now I’m just getting picky.
Next point: I’ve realized that I like games because there’s an end. With running, you can just keep going…and going…and going. Well not if you’re me because then you’d probably keel over on the grass and some dog would come by, lift up his leg and decide I was a nice place to pee. But really. Something like that would happen to me. Those stories could be a blog of their own.
I still would rather play a sport, but I guess if I have 27 more days of this, I should just put my head down and run.
If anyone has any songs they like to run to (because I know some of you out there are runners), let me know!
And with that, I’m going to crack open a beer…
