Thursday, January 3, 2008

Unfortunate Leg Amputation

Running accident. Fell on the ice. Christian took this after I had already washed it off once...blood just kept coming. How gross is that?

I hate running.

Why does anyone do it? It's the most nonsensical, unjustified activity which is left to only daft, ignorant idiots who believe going for a run is an intelligent decision.

Why don't runners switch to walking, ellipticaling, swimming laps...all are such better options. Why don't runners, namely myself, end their shameless compulsories?

When I'm out of shape, I kill myself to get in shape - and I enjoy it for the first few months.

Then it starts to get ridiculous.

An in-shape me = an obsessive runner. If I feel like I can run it, I'll probably try. Contrary to what I have always been told, this mind-set has never once lead to a happier, better me. It usually leads to something along the lines of the above photo.

Example. On a good day, an in-shape me will plan a ridiculously lengthy route, finish it, and feel accomplished. Good days almost always lead to sore, bad days. On a bad day, an in-shape me will plan a ridiculously lengthy route, not finish it, feel like crap, and send vicious hate messages to her head that probably won't register because her head feels like falling off due to the unnecessary, splitting head ache caused by her absolutely absurd run.

Wow. That was most definitely a very long run-on.

Anyway. There are always more bad days than good. Point = good day --> bad day --> bad day --> bad day...and repeat. It's a vicious cycle, and I seem to be completely incapable of ending it.

I'm either about to start an 18 week marathon training program...or set an exact weekly, winter mileage for myself.

I'm like a tape that keeps rewinding herself automatically - I need to wear out.

I should just fall and literally shatter a leg. I wonder if they'd amputate it...putting me out of my never-ending misery.