Fat Girl Slim and I
Fast forward - Mr. MT gets home, I get back to work, it's 5:00 (aka quiting time for any non-salary people out there). Being the bad-asses we are - will FGS and me slack off? Hell no! We are going to run - except for the boss comes by and wants to talk work, and talk, and talk, and - you get the point.
SCREW Calgon - Where's the liquor?!
Now the question is - what do we do? Well, do we do what we've always done - which would be to swear to each other that we'll make it up another day? I really wish I could tell you that there was NO way in hell that thought crossed my mind. But then I would just be lying to both of us. I wanted to go home. Period. I wanted to shove needles under my finger nails about as much as I wanted to run.
But ... we did it. I whined the entire damn time, but we DID it. Life doesn't go according to plan, shit happens, people suck, and then you still have to make dinner, give the kids a bath and do some more damn laundry. And even though that's true, some times you just have to slap yourself upside the head and say - that's who I WAS. Now I run, and that's what I'm going to do. NUT UP!
"You feel good while you're running and you feel even better when you're finished."
- Fred Lebow, founder of the New York City Marathon