Week 12 - Day 3 - 12 Miles

“Every morning in Africa, an antelope wakes up. It knows it must outrun the fastest lion, or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest antelope, or it will starve. It doesn’t matter whether you’re the lion or an antelope – when the sun comes up, you’d better be running.” – African Proverb

It was another late start this week for the long run which meant finishing in the dark. It is a little bit thrilling to run in the dark, I find that I look at the road directly in front of me less when I can't see it. This provides me with a "long view" which means keeping my head up and gazing into the distance as I run. I enjoy this sensation, it almost feels like flying. I am not sure why I look at the ground so much, I assume it's instinct in order to prevent tripping. However, in the multitudes of dance classes I have taken over my lifetime, I have learned that I definitely favor looking at my feet.

I had a bad day, in fact there has been significantly more drama in my life in the last week that has caused a build up of negative thinking. I was hoping that I could run myself out of the funk but it doesn't seem to have worked. In fact just before we left for the trail I was mulling over the idea of quitting this running BS all together. It seems pointless, just like everything else in life, work/pay bills/work/pay bills/accrue debt etc. But I ran anyway because along with being a moody bitch I am also a tenacious bitch. I am finishing the damn race, point or no point.