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Shit Runners Say

24 Jan

I’ve been enjoying the the original Shit Girls Say videos and all of the spin-offs that have developed. Most recently, I came across the Sh!t Runners Say version above, which had me chuckling in agreement.

It got me to thinking about some of the more random things said over our morning runs during the last six months. Here are some of the ones that come to mind:

  • “Hey, your sweat on your back looks like a heart!”
  • “That’s right. I sweat pretty.”
  • “Let’s get this hell train moving.”
  • “Do you think running up these hills will make my ass look like Kim Kardashian’s?”
  • “My buns, they don’t feel nothing like steel.”
  • “Can we walk to that light?”
  • “No, not this light. I meant that light down there.”
  • “Can we run Dinky Donk again?”
  • “How long until our next walk interval?”
  • “Does you have any new shark stories?”
  • “Try that berry on that bush and tell us if it’s any good.”
  • “Okay, we just have two stop signs, a left and then some more running and then we’ll be done.”
  • “If I was attacked by zombies running through the cemetery, would you stay and help me?”
  • “Uh oh. Did you you have potato soup for dinner  again last night?”
  • “Where’s the nearest bathroom?”
  • “I think that guy down the road has his pants down. Yeah, he definitely has his pants down.”
  • “If I get hit by a car, that means I get to stop running, right?”
  • “Yeah! There’s purple Gatorade!”
  • “Sorry we’re late. We got lost over in Mr. Roger’s neighborhood.”

During this morning’s run, we tried to pick up the pace during a 3.5-mile run. I forgot to charge my borrowed Garmin yet again, so I don’t know how fast (or slow) we ran. But it felt good to incorporate some hills. I usually hate hills, so I think this cool air must be affecting my brain.

On the way home from my run the sky looked like a work of art. If I was a painter, I would totally paint this (minus the power lines, of course).

Back to the video, which of the Shit ____ Say videos is your favorite?

Pain is Temporary

27 Dec

This is totally how I felt last week during my 22-miler, that turned into a 20.8-miler.

Only twelve days left until my first marathon!

Watch a Girl Race a Camel

13 Dec

This makes me want to race my fat pug Rex. Maybe I can win.

Love Actually Night Required Reading

9 Dec

This post from The Hairpin is the perfect read in preparation for my lady friend’s upcoming annual Love Actually Night. I will also start to incorporate words like “shag” and “rubbish” in my every day vocabulary.

I cannot hurry up because I am a Marathon Runner

15 Nov

This was me and Donnie on Saturday after my 10-mile run. We had to meet friends for our day at the Epcot International Food & Wine Festival at noon.

Needless to say, we didn’t leave the house until noon.


27 Oct

#whyirun on Twitter

In honor of their first ever Readers issue, Runner’s World is asking their readers: Why do you run?

Using the hashtag #whyirun, you can answer the question on Twitter. The answers are awesome, ranging from the hiliarious (@TweetinTommyC: I run because I’m not going to let two perfectly good and functioning legs go to waste and @OhshititsAilish:To prepare myself for the zombie apocalypse) to the thought-provoking (@NurseHillRuns: I love to let my heart race).

I run for a lot of reasons. The first reason that came to mind (which I tweeted) was that I run to prove myself wrong. I remember living on 51st street between 4th and 5th Ave in New York City and walking to the end of the block to see the New York City Marathon runners go by. I used to think to myself, “Wow, these people are amazing. I could never do that.” I’m wrong a lot in life (my boyfriend will be excited to see that I admitted to it in a public forum) and this is one of those times where I’m happy about it. When I run the Walt Disney Marathon in January, I will be proving myself wrong and will be darn proud of it.

I also run to stay healthy and to stay sane. I run because I love the camaraderie. I run to enjoy cake and cookies without feeling guilty.

Tell me, why do you run?