Okay, so I know we don’t always see eye to screen, but I really don’t think that’s any reason for you to feel inclined (hehe, inclined, get it?) to torture me the way you do. I just want to be able to run freely in place. I want to feel the re-circulated air-conditioned air flow through my knotted ponytail, and have my heart beat to the sounds of my iPod without you judging me.
Who cares if I’m only running 10 minute miles? At least I’m running them. And who says you have to record that? What can’t you just pretend like I’m awesome and say I’m running 6 minute miles? Wouldn’t we both be happier? I wouldn’t be pounding each step out on your delicate conveyor belt as hard, saving you wear and tear, and yet my heart rate would continue to stay level. I wouldn’t have to worry about sliding off and cracking my head open, bleeding all over you whilst trying to sip my water. I wouldn’t feel the need to keep pushing out one, two, then three more hard fought miles because at that pace I would have already run them.
Lie to me, I beg you! Torture me no more! It’s a really good thing I’m doing Miss Tina Reale’s Best Body Boot Camp, you know. You may have won the battle, but you haven’t won the war! I dare you to defy my ability to keep going, churning out each mile with sweat and determination. I ran a 10k this week didn’t I? And I’ll run another. It will be faster than before. Then a shorter run…but even faster! I will run drill after drill, increasing my speed and endurance with each one. So keep blinking my pace, my miles, and my overall time you daft bully, you won’t get the best of me! This is Bootcamp, and I will not be defeated.
I am anxious to hear your reply, I look forward to seeing you again this week for our next battle. I hope you are prepared, because I am.
Christinjoyful, (wannabe runner and blogger extraordinaire)