A couple days ago I got an email that said something like “WTF, u need 2 tlk about running.” Apart from the fact that I cannot stand text speak (yes, hello, I am 90), if you knew me even a little bit two days ago, you’d know I was in no mood for freak emails. No effin’ mood at all. (Apparently still am in no mood.) And for this website to get rude emails, you know someone had to really go out of their way. I mean, the ten of us that are not my blood relative that come here generally tend to scare the stupids off. I think it was the time I threatened to sing.
But because there are so few occasions the odd emails come in, I have to talk about it. I mean, they can’t all be the “Wow, we are awesome! Let’s be BFF!” emails, which is the exact description of 99% of the emails generated because of this blog. Thanks to everyone who has been concerned and supportive through this time. It means so much to me.
Text Speak is kind of right, though. I need to talk a little more about running. I need to remember why I love it. I think. The problem is, I’ve only run once in the last fourteen days. I have not really wanted to run, and I haven’t really been bothered by it. I’m sure doing two marathons in four weeks had something to do with it, but it could also be that I’ve been a little stupid myself. I’ve sort of let my feelings and attitude lately influence the rest of my life, including running. I’ve let that heaviness carry over, spill over even, into everything else.
I think we all have these things about us, the things we use to gauge how we’re doing. And if something is off, we know it’s a bad sign. I saw that sign a while ago, and if it weren’t for races, I might have given up altogether. Over the last two weeks, between energy and timing, I feel like I’ve let it slip away.
But I’m trying to get it back. I’m trying to get some positive back into what’s otherwise not my brightest hour. I don’t even have to run again, that’s not really the point. I just have to want to.
Wouldn’t it be ridiculous if rude email was the thing that got me to do it?
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I love that someone thinks they can tell you what to write about on YOUR blog. WTF?
It’s weird how we get kicked into gear sometimes. The whole “wanting to” versus doing? I totally get that.
Um last time I checked, this blog was called Just Run, Just Live, Just Be. Which means you’re allowed to talk about LIVING and BEING in addition to running. Mean emailers can SUCK IT! I seriously don’t get why people put out bad energy like that.
I’m sorry but that is hilarious! Who would waste their time to send you that?? Anyways, I see what you mean though. A complete (and stupid) stranger saying something to you about something they know nothing about, can still spark that thing inside of us that says, “Get out there.”
It will come back to you!
Imho, 2b cured of ur ts aversion = immersion therapy
E123 ur going 2b ok
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I can’t believe someone wrote that to u. Wow. Unbelievable!