Angel of Running

Standing at the bus stop this morning my left calf cramped up. STANDING at the bus stop. I wasn't walking, running, jumping, releve-ing NOTHING no movement at all but my calf decided to cramp up like a mutha!
I think I may have scared the neighbors with my screams of pain but they'll get over it and will be blasting I Walk the Line all day again. I spent a good part of the morning rolling on my Foam Roller. Do you have one of these? If you do any form of physical activity you NEED one!! It's THE thing for self-myofacsial release and self message...it just makes you feel good. . Go get one right now, I'll wait. See? I told you it was good!

Well, I am HAPPY to inform you that I have found my motivation, my inspiration for running! As I set off down the trail today, wearing my floppy basketball shorts, stretched out tank top and sports bra that fit me 10 lbs ago, I spied a VISION running toward me. An Angel, if you will. A tall, lean woman of indeterminate age with golden hair pulled back into a neat pony tail. She was wearing those tiny running shorts and matching sports bra. Her tanned well muscled thighs had a space between them. Yes! She was running and her thighs did not touch! She moved with the graze of a gazelle loping over the savannah, nary a drop of sweat on her smooth brow. I was AWESTRUCK and I thought to myself, "Yes! Yes! Oh God, YES! I want to run like that! I want to run as fast! I want to catch up to her, smack her in the back of the head with a 2x4 and sit on top of her corpse while eating a dozen Honey Dew Blueberry Cake Donuts!!"
OK maybe I won't hit her with a 2x4...maybe just a bag of poo.

Anyhow, thoughts of destroying the perfection of that running angel got me through my run today.
Whatever it takes, is my new motto.