Wrapped in our silver capes and adorned with medals and salt streaked caps as our crowns, we were princesses of pain, loving every minute of it. Isn't it the weirdest thing?something so damn hard, so humbling, so fickle, so painful, is also the thing we seek on purpose? Sitting there, surrounded by my friends and cracking up, I had a flash of myself at age 70.
Kristin Armstrong, after running the 2011 Boston Marathon
A friend sent this to me this morning, it's from runnersworld.com, it's their "Daily Kick in the Butt". It totally makes sense to me, but I can also see why people around me that are non-runners just don't get it.