Tinkerbell

My next Race Registration is quickly approaching! Tinkerbell Half Marathon registration opens on August 11

I’m not naive enough to assume that I’ll be able to register on Tuesday (stupid end of month bills coming due), but I’m very hopeful about general registration (despite how stressful that is).

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Princess Registration Update

When I posted on Monday, my outlook looked pretty grim for yesterday’s registration and the future of #RunAllTheRaces2016. I was considering deferring Dopey and Rebel and trying again in 2017, while praying that Hubby’s grad school schedule was not going to be so insane as to make it impossible for me to go to my races. I was starting to look for TAs to book through (because unfortonately, my travel agent who I adore doesn’t get bibs) or charities I could run with, knowing that neither of those options would be ideal but could get me to my goal.

I went to bed crying Monday Night

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Why I Like Running Alone

When I first started running, I absolutely needed someone to run with me. The idea of being out there alone just didn’t appeal to me, plus I knew I needed someone to hold me accountable to make sure I actually went out for my run and to keep me from giving up mid-run.

Now, I prefer the solitude of running alone. I don’t listen to music. It’s just me, my thoughts, and the quiet outdoors.

I don’t feel like I have to keep pace with anyone, or talk to them. I can work through the things that have been on my mind. I can just get lost in my running and not worry about where I’m going. I can see things I otherwise would have missed. I can wonder at the beauty of my surroundings, and for a brief while free my mind of the shackles of my disorders.

This is part of what makes running so therapeutic for me.

The Oatmeal perfectly illustrates why running works for me in one of the comics in his book on running. Unfortunately, I can only find the first panel.

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The second panel is the world looking bright and colorful, the burden gone, and the person saying “Wheee! Fuck all that!”

And that is basically what running does for me.

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