Relax your damn shoulders.
Take a deep breath, you are running too fast.
Shit, I am so slow.
My feet hurt.
Hey! 10,000 steps vibrations!
Training is going to be so hard.
I can’t wait for training to start.
Are my kids OK?
Am I bad/selfish parent?
Ugh, I need to lose this baby weight.
Time to check my Garmin/Endomondo/watch/Fitbit. Huh, not as long/far as I thought.
I want to write a novel.
When do I have time to write a novel?
I really should just get up and run first thing in the morning. Just make that a habit, m’kay?
Oh God, what if my sister is so much faster than me and doesn’t want to run together for The Bad Thing?!
What kind of flower was that?
I wish getting out for a run wasn’t such a production.
Does bootcamp count as a run?
Am I close to done yet?
This is hard.
I feel so good.
Man, I love running.