Bitch: 1) the act of whining excessively; 2) someone who refuses to fight or is scared to fight.
This story begins at 5:30 this morning when my alarm went off for my first run since my last half marathon on April 1st. It's been a while. In all honesty, I wasn't awake for the beginning of the story - I came to around 10 minutes later after hitting snooze in my sleep a couple of times. I crawled out of bed and into running clothes... and then into another set of running clothes. (I just don't know what to do with this thousand degree weather or how to run in it!) After some Gatorade, half a banana and putting my contacts in for the first time in months, I was off!
Getting back into running is always difficult for me and I tend to struggle with pushing myself. It's so easy to just to ease back into it, convincing yourself you've lost more ground than you really have. Before you know it, weeks have passed with little progress and the "warm up" never really ends. The more I run, the more I learn what my body can handle, so I try to set my goals accordingly. There were a couple of times in my run this morning where I wanted to stop and walk for a bit, not because I needed to, but because I was tired... and it was my first day back, after all. This is when a divine iPod intervention took place and the rap gods arranged a song to keep me going. What both of those songs had in common today was not being a bitch. People survive much more significant hardships all of the time; I could suck it up and fight my way through the uncomfortable parts of my run. So that's what I did.
In the words of Jay-Z: I got 99 problems but being a bitch ain't one
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