Coming atcha straight from Sweaty Mess HQ. I’m, like, head chief commander and president over here.
Last night I only got through 30 minutes of treadmill incline walking and about 15 minutes of strength before I had to finish up some work things. Disgusting. I get it from my dad’s side. Gee thanks, Pops.
So, about this tank top. I want a hundred of them. I received a gift card to Lorna Jane through my Sweat Pink ambassadorship along with LJ’s cookbook, Nourish. (I know, I’m a lucky lady!) It’s super lightweight and has a mesh back with holes for extra breathability. But no amount of cutouts can stop me from making a mess of any piece of equipment. That’s a Lindsay flaw, not a tank top flaw.
I chose this one because no matter what exercise I’m doing, this is what’s always going through my head. I’d rather be running. I’d rather be running. I’d rather be running.
There’s just no cure for complete love and adoration for this sport and this community.
When I go somewhere new and see humongous rolling hills, dirt paths that wind through the woods and beaches for miles, I wonder what it would feel like to run it. What would I see? Who are the regulars that run it every day? The runner’s disease — there’s no cure for it and there doesn’t need to be.
There’s no cure for getting the itch to lace up and explore my own town every once in awhile. It’s the best way to learn streets and find your way home when you feel like you’re going in circles.
There’s also no cure for Dystonia, which is what I have. There’s no mental cure for the awful hurt I feel when I know that a good, hard, sweaty run will cure work stress and life stress but knowing I just physically can’t do it. What other outlet do I have? I can hammer on my bike pedals all the livelong day, but it’ll never stack up to a run.
I’d always rather be running.
There’s not a cure for wanting to punish yourself with a hard track workout. I’ve spent many years making my muscles pay. I miss those years.
In September I get a second round of Botox injections and I can’t freaking wait. I saw very minimal improvement after the first, so I’m hoping this second round of higher dosage will help. Because all I really want to do after three years of this crap is run and remember what it feels like to enjoy it.