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Running Long & Having Fun

Running Long & Having Fun

    Thanksgiving. A day dedicated to eating as much food as possible and spending time with relative you haven't seen in like a million years. Wrong. Thanksgiving = a perfect day to run 8 miles in the freezing cold and work out for nearly 3 hours at the gym. And yes I know that for most normal people, that is not their ideal scenario. Where's the quality time spent making memories with friends/family? Watching the parade and/or football all afternoon? Did you even do any socializing at all Caitlyn? All valid questions. And obviously I have all the answers that will make approximately 0 sense. So, I guess we should start with how I got in all my socializing on Thanksgiving eve so any social interaction I had today was just me putting forth some extra effort in pursuit of becoming a social butterfly (newsflash: that is never going to happen, so please, don't get your hopes up).

    Originally, I didn't have any major plans for the day before the big feast (aka lunch for 3.5 people). I knew I would get in a decent run and hit the gym with Larry while pretending that I am not the most socially awkward person on the planet...and oh yeah maybe spend some time actually picking a topic for my 8-10 page research paper that is due in like a week and a half. Nothing to exciting, just another typical day in the hot mess of a thing that is Caitlyn's life. Then, when my mom got home from work, she asked if I wanted to spend some time with our neighbors relaxing and yes voluntarily agreeing socialize and pretending that college isn't the worst and that I absolutely have a concrete plan for what I want to do with my life when I graduate this may. I, being the social butterfly that I am, of course said yes to this plan and off we went for a wonderful evening of chit chat and good times. I didn't even think about whether or not this evening out would impact today's run and workout...and quite frankly I didn't care if it did. I have been stressed out to the max lately, so a night of good friends and good times has been long overdue. I knew that there was also the possibility I would say something stupid, but again, I wasn't going to let that hold me back from having fun. Besides, I have already said enough stupid stuff the past how many times we've gotten together, so at this point there is literally nothing left to say that will shock anyone. Met some new people and was able to talk about stuff that wasn't fitness related in any way (and I didn't say anything all that stupid, so a win/win in my book). Oh, and since clearly my mother can't be bothered to even attempt to find a guy who would consider going out with my crazy ass, my neighbors have taken it upon themselves to help me out in this department. So, there's at least one thing for me to be thankful for this holiday season (obviously there are like a trillion other things/people that I am thankful for...but I won't bore you with all that nonsense).

    I have not ran 8 miles sense I have been home, so naturally I told myself that today would be the perfect day for that. Most people would hesitate to even consider getting up at 4:30 a.m. after a night out tipping back a few (or 6) cold ones to run in the dark, chilly, scary outdoors for 8 freaking miles. Not this chick, I didn't even give it a second thought. Plus, when you're slightly intoxicated and bragging about how you can run 8 miles and actually have a fun time doing so, you kind of want to prove to yourself (and everyone else on in the universe) that you weren't completely bullshitting them. So, off I went this morning, with sore legs and a sore throat, to tackle the impossible after a night of shenanigans. And yes before I was even out the door I was trying to convince myself that the only way I would be able to make it that far was if I changed up my route to make things easier (how one can make 8 miles seem easy is really beyond me) or that this was not the right day to go that far and that is was way too cold to be out for that long running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. All the usual excuses with zero legitimacy to back them up.

    I was regretting not pushing myself to run 8 miles yesterday and stopping at 7.2, so I knew that today really was do or die. Everything hurt and I kept saying that if I had to run one more block I was going to throw up. I was struggling nearly as bad as Michael Scott during his rabbies awareness run when he all that fettuccine Alfredo right before he ran. It. Was. Awful. I felt like a turtle running through peanut butter. My mind was literally all over the place, I could not focus on going any faster with any better form, and oh did I mention that I felt like I was going to throw up every 5 minutes? Yeah, note to self, don't drink that much the night before a long run and expect to preform anywhere near average. Expect to run like shit, feel like shit, and be completely incapable of getting in the zone.

    However, and I know this is going to sound completely insane, I loved every minute of it. I loved that even through all the pain and doubt, I felt like I was really accomplishing something and able to laugh at myself while doing so. Laugh at the fact that getting up and running 8 miles was no big deal. Laugh at the fact that I had thoroughly convinced myself the night prior that god dammit I was going to change my route because it was time. Laugh at the fact that the song "Wish You Were Beer" by Justin Moore came on like maybe halfway through my run and I was jamming out hard. I (and virtually everyone out there who is a runner) don't do it for the PRs, or the high or the super good, easy, feel like you're flying through the air runs. I do it for the, "Wow I didn't think I could do that and holy shit how were you able to go from 0-60 and avoid hitting that panic button when life decided to throw a whole lot of hurdles into your run today."

    For most people, the very idea of running being anywhere close to being described as "fun" is ludicrous. So, to even begin to comprehend running long distance (anything over 3 miles in my book) is not even a thing. Like, who would want to do that, for fun, with no one forcing them to and no one/thing chasing them. And especially in the freezing cold when it is dark as all get out. But, I'm telling you it's better than a trip to Disneyland. Better than a semester at Hogwarts. Better than sleeping in until noon. And yes even better than being married to Thomas Rhett (although I have never even had a freaking boyfriend, nor do I know this perfect human being personally...so you might question the legitimacy of this juxtaposition).

    The point I'm trying to make is this: You can find the "fun" in almost anything. Any situation. Any really difficult task/conversation/etc. Except for when it comes to trying to ask out a guy. That shit is scary as Hell and in no way fun and there should be a a 1,000 page book of directions for when/how to do this without being super awkward. Anyhow, I know "fun" is personally defined and you people are not going to find everything that I find fun to be anywhere close to enjoyable. That's cool, running is not for everyone (except that it is, because anyone can be a "runner" all you have to do is put on a pair of shoes and move your arms/legs in unison. Duh.) But, life is so much better when you can at least not hate all the tough shit that you have to go through. So, take that advice, apply it to some situation/task and see where it gets you. And before I forget, "F IS FOR FRIENDS WHO DO STUFF TOGETHER, U IS FOR YOU AND ME, N IS FOR ANYWHERE AND ANYTIME AT ALL DOWN HERE IN THE DEEP BLUE SEA."

    If you don't know that song or get that reference, I feel sorry for you. Because, that show was the highlight of my entire childhood.
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