Training changes a normal person into a strange, somewhat complusive, maniac.
Regardless of social engagements, vacations or weather conditions - long runs must happen.
Somehow, somewhere, your few mile jog after work went away, and you welcomed long runs into your life. Long runs are big time commitments. They are a multi-front (and not to mention a well coordinated) effort.
In the time some of your friends watch their favorite movie (or find themselves pulled into the magnetic force of a four-hour replay of Shawshank Redemption on TNT - admit it, it's happened to all of us), you're doing one thing - running.
But you're not dreading it. You're planning it. 'Cause this sh-t's gonna happen.
Camille is my cousin. She is training for her second Chicago Marathon. And nothing - I mean nothing - is standing in her way. She recently posted this on Facebook, to which a few of her runner friends and myself replied.
To us, this is completely normal (and I'll admit it - I miss it):
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