Roy

So after two whole weeks off due to a “farpled” knee I began running today. And let’s just be straight, YES it still sucks. I did a decent 3 miles and didn’t feel like I put on my cement shoes until I was about a mile and a half in so not so bad for doing nothing for the past 2 weeks.

( OK let’s be honest I wasn’t doing nothing, I was still teaching my classes and I attended a KICK ASS dance teacher’s convention in those 2 weeks but it’s not running, ugh)

I’ve been reading through the Dexter novels by Jeff Lindsay (if you aren’t familiar these are the novels the Showtime series is based upon and DANG are they good!) and in these novels Dexter, the serial murderer with a code of ethics, speaks about his Dark Passenger. The Dark Passenger is sort of like a totally f*cked up Jiminy Cricket type entity that sparks Dexter on to his killings. I’m sure you’re asking yourself “Why the flying fudgeballs are you telling us this, Regina?!”

 Here is why; I am pretty convinced that RUNNERS have a RUNNING MAN inside them spurring them on to feats worthy of Hermes; A sleek Olympian who whispers words of victory in their ears whereas I, ROCK CHUCKER extraordinaire, have an overweight guy wearing ill-fitting cut off sweatpants and a stained “I’m with Stupid” t-shirt inside of me.   A loser who is bent over huffing and puffing his way through “Go ahead I’ll catch up!” whispering in my ear.  Roy, I am going to call him Roy. I constantly battle with Roy. Roy tells me to walk instead of run. Roy whispers, “wouldn’t it be better if you just stayed in bed an extra hour?” Roy taunts me, “Lard asses don’t run, throw a rock and let’s go home!” Roy is a lazy ass muthaf*cker and I can’t seem to get rid of him.  Roy seems to have to go to the bathroom a lot or is that me? Sometimes I can't tell where Roy ends and I begin.

I might be going insane or maybe it's just too much sucky running?