May 29, 2009
Call me silly, but Fartlek has always been a fun word. Yasso is fun too…but not as fun as Fartlek. Since I am not a seasoned runner, I had no idea what these words meant as they were thrown around my message board, blog, and running group conversations. I have perfected the “smile and nod”, so I can generally pass myself off as if I am in the know. In reality, I’m totally clueless.
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May 7, 2009
I rubbed, I stretched, I squatted. No stretch or rub or squat was good enough. I just could not loosen the thing up. After 10-12 hours of this, I reach a point where I am too frustrated to even deal with myself. It makes me feel like I am broken, and I abhor feeling broken (vulnerable, hurt, frail, damaged, defective, injured).
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