School, Sleep, and Sweat stains

Monday started off as any regular Monday 8:30 class after the week of spring break t-e-r-r-i-b-l-e. I even set my alarm for a later time, but not even that could save me from facing the fact that I was paying these teachers thousands of dollars to come to class and listen to them go on and on about things I could really care less about. As my first class went on I was pretty sure I was going to crawl up into the fetal position and die right on the spot, but I was focused on one thing at the end of class, and that was going running in between my 8:30 and 2:30 class.
Today it was less about having to go run, but changing it to "I get to go run." If I was any normal person I would be like "what am I running for anyways?!" for me running is less than a obligation and more of a privilege. If I need time off I just listen to my body and see how it feels rather than going out to run as fast as possible every time.
Even with the constant worry of having to complete a total of 15pages in the next few weeks for a paper(!!!!) I still find time to get out and go for a run. Maybe it is because I have been doing it for so long that my body is pretty much programmed by now, but most of the time it is to relieve all the constant stress I have. Sometimes when things seem like they can't get any worse, I love going out on a run because it gives me time to think about everything. I have always loved running. Maybe it is the sense of accomplishment I feel after running and looking so sweaty that people think I just went swimming, or it maybe the strength I feel from God on those late afternoon runs when the sun is setting and you can barely see the road, you don't care how fast or slow you are going but you can feel that there is something special about this run, and that is why I love to run.

Good ole sweet taay

So it has been a few weeks since my first attempt at the marathon, and I feel a lot better than a couple of weeks ago. I was staying off my legs for about a week and a half just to give my body as much time to recover as I could. I'm not one the kinda person who says "Okay I'm taking 2 weeks off of any physical activity," instead I end up laying in my bed thinking "HOW MANY DAYS HAS IT BEEN SINCE I WENT RUNNING!?" then I look at the clock or calender and it has only been a day. I wish it were as easy as sitting on the couch and just using my thumb muscles to change the channel, but I have to get up and do something or else I will end up going stir crazy. I could easily lay around acting/looking/feeling like a bum, or I could imitate one hero's,  Forrest Gump and look like a bum but still do what I felt like doing. Every time I take an off day (usually Sunday) I make sure to embrace it for all it's worth. I am usually disciplined on drinking stuff like water or gatorade during the week, but when it comes to Sunday and my family heads to my grandparents, oh you bet I'm gonna have some sweet tea (pronounced taay in the South, pronounced Snapple in the North). Every time I have that first big gulp it always tastes good as I feel it flow threw my body as it mixes well with the huge lunch that will make anybody loosen a few belt notches. The past few weeks me and sweet tea have become lovers once again. I have made time during the week to let her know I still want her, and she is always there waiting for me at home, that is until we run out and in that case we will just make some more and thus rekindling our love.