Back in the good old days of myspace, I used to blog. I blogged about whatever popped into my head that I felt like putting on paper (or a computer screen). Usually random thoughts, rants and raves, or exciting news about my day to day life. I didn’t think twice about who read my posts, besides the only people who could see it were friends and family, and they already knew what they had gotten themselves into long ago, haha. It was stress relieving, almost therapeutic, to throw caution to the wind and write whatever I felt like writing.
Maybe it’s because I surround myself with such amazing kick butt runners. You know, the ones that have such dedication that they ALWAYS find a way to run or to stick to their training plans. The ones who can’t imagine running a half marathon in anything slower than 20 minutes faster than my PR. I don’t feel that a single bit of my running career is brag worthy. Fast or slow, I don’t feel like I’ve earned any of it.