I want to be faster.
I know that endurance and strength is more important. I know that avoiding injury is most important.
Damn it, I still want to be faster.
I know that speed will increase with strength and endurance. I know this takes time. Especially because I am a 42 year old woman with diminished lung capacity and beta thalassemia minor who hasn't run on a regular basis since I was 19 years old.
Damn, damn, damn. I want to be faster NOW.
Sigh. I want to be like Zee.
Yeah, dipshit, Zee is an imaginary character in your HEAD. She runs easily because she has always run easily. And because she's imaginary! She doesn't get injured or worried or anxious unless the plot calls for it.
Looking up pictures of running redheads to cheer myself up.
|Yes. You go, pigtail girl!|
|No. Not this.|
|Double yes. |
|I love Pippi.|
|Oh, honey. We talked about this outfit.|
|I want to feel like this.|
I am tiger woman! Hear me rawr!
|Right now I feel more like this.|
"I haz feetz! Wat I do wif dem?"
We now return you to your regularly scheduled schedule. I'm going to go take a bath and eat lunch. A tiger lunch!