My time.
My feet.
Not dying.
My time.
My knees.
Water.
My time.
My feet.
Not puking.
My time.
Water.
Not crapping my pants.
My time.
My time.
My time.
Beer.
Things I WANT to be thinking about during tomorrow's half marathon:
My breath. (Not my breathing.)
My heart. (Not my heart rate.)
My children.
My People.
My writing.
The breath-taking throng of human tenacity surrounding me and how amazing it is to be part of it.
How much I love the streets I'm running on.
How lucky I am to live in this city, in this decade, in this season.
In this body.
How this body used to belong to a sad girl who didn't know she could run.
How this girl knows her body can fucking FLY.
How I should slow down and look up.
How I should enjoy the view.
How lucky I am.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
(My time.)
(my time) Perfect. Ending. Love you! Run like the wind Bullseye.
Posted by: Mollye | May 18, 2013 at 10:29 PM
You are awesome.
Posted by: lindsayc | May 18, 2013 at 11:09 PM
Have fun and don't die! Incidentally, my time is something I care nothing about when I go running. Guess I'm weird.
Posted by: Sylvanna | May 19, 2013 at 07:42 AM
Oh, and by "don't die", I only mean try not to damage yourself too badly in your efforts. I wouldn't want to be as misinterpreted as the bible since I was in no way referring to recent current events.
Posted by: Sylvanna | May 19, 2013 at 07:45 AM
Keep checking Google Reader to see whether you've posted--really wanting to hear how it went! You're an inspiration, Amanda!
Posted by: Kristine | May 19, 2013 at 06:05 PM