Before, during and after the run

I ran yesterday, no use pushing it.
My knee feels a little funny, I should give it a day off.
I think I might have a little blister. I should rest it.
I have a lot of errands to run, so I better not overdo it.
It looks crappy out, might as well wait until tomorrow.
It’s going to be a long weekend, I’ll get plenty of exercise.
Not everyone is supposed to be skinny.
I worked so hard to lose the weight in 2006. In the end, I just got fat again. Why bother?
I look good chubby.
I will just gain back any calories I burn by eating crap and drinking booze.
I should wait until tonight, because Sarah may want to go for a run.
I should wait until tomorrow and run on the treadmill…for my knees.
I should do the dishes.
I should do some reading.
I should practice guitar.
I should check Facebook.
I should do some writing.
I should watch a movie.
I should run in a few hours, might as well get some rest now.
I might need some new running shoes. No use risking it on old soles.
I already ran twice this week. That’s good enough.
I hate running.

I’m a fat bastard.
I need to wear baggier t-shirts.
I’m not a jogger, I’m a localized earthquake.
I must be at least a B cup.
Running with this stomach is like trying to jog with a dwarf hanging onto your hips.
I’m not a person, I’m a bag of jelly in a t-shirt and shorts.
Those people are laughing at me.
Those other people are laughing at me.
Is that chick laughing at me?
This isn’t a run, it’s a short warm up.
If Gerrard 2006 could see Gerrard 2011 he’d be mortified and disgusted.
I really don’t need half of the neighborhood to see me huffing and puffing and slobbering on myself.
That chick is a real runner, I’m going so much slower than she is.
I hate sweating.
I’m old.
I hate this.
I’m never running again.
This is stupid.
I’ve run far enough, it would be cool to stop now.
I quit.

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