.. and sometimes the Road wins

.. there are days when the road wins. Will this is the case most of the time rather than sometimes. But then that’s the way of a runner, conquer or be conquered, but keep that Josh high (so how’s the josh???) take each run as they come, trying to constantly remind yourself, baba this is off-season Training, so stop fucking grumbling about your pace, stop fretting about your sppppppeeeeeeeddddd!!!

So you drag your carcass out of bed, gulp down your coffee (black, no sugar), and pray to the weather gods, to the old gods and the new, the gods with many faces, the drowned gods, to show mercy, not make you bend your knee. But then they seem to be having none of it, and are hell bent to make your run tough. Any moment  you feel like you’re going to hear a loud cry “Dacarays”, and all the would be left of you would be a pile of ashes from dragon fire, aka poor Lord Varis (RIP). But then the sun and summer are doing such a banged up job, so there’s no need for Dragons and Dragon Queens. Damn looks like I have a bad case of GoT hangover and I still haven’t seen the last episode.

So you run in the heat, grumbling, grudgingly, trying your best to keep up with your buddy who seems to have awesome stamina (damn don’t tell her I said that, but shit she’ll read this). You two busy chatter away of runs and races, as the third stooge isn’t there to shush us, and grumble how much you two jabber.

So you run, and you run, and you continue to run, chattering away but then there’s a different story going on inside your head, inside you, where every part of body grumbles and complains, threatening to revolt, threatening mutiny, after all what did they do to deserve being tortured in the heat of summer. But still you continue to run, not wanting to bruise your ego (not just your toxic masculinity), not that it is bloated, just that you don’t want to be the one to give up. So you trudge on, till you finally have no other option but to walk. Till then you are drenched in your own sweat, looking like you’ve just stepped out of the shower with your runnings clothes on, or as if you just peed in your pants. But you are grateful you can walk even if you have to limp.

Now since our socially unfriendly Dyloooo started his run early, we make the most of his absence and just lighten up and be the social butterfly that we are. So in the end you have a good 18 under your belt, which you mar mar ke did. Today the road May have but not today, oops I mean not again, cause the Rodman remembers.