and I raaan. I ran so far away... i just rannnn I ran all night and...

okay so I didn't run all night and day but I did run/walk 3 MILES in 29 minutes and 38 seconds.  That is GREAT for me.  Ohhhh the mind games that I have to play with myself so that I keep on going.  I think about my kids.  It is inspiring to me to think of people who have gone through REAL battles in life.  It gives me the strength to continue.  Who am I to complain about the pain of running when there are people who have dealt with REAL pain. I think about the mommies that have lost their babies.  I think about what it must be like to hold them tight while they fight to battle cancer.  I think about the ones whos babies don't make it and how unfair it is.  I think about the parents that are handed their babies after a long labor only to have that baby never take it's first breath.  I think about Parkinsons and what it must be like for my grandma to not be able to do all of the things she once enjoyed.  I think about parents who have autistic children and how heartbreaking it must be to just have your child be loved and accepted by the world.  I think about the lady at the used bookstore today that volunteered her time selling books with her fat, graying beagle at her feet and wondering if there was anything in her life that she wanted to do but didn't.  Maybe her whole life was her babies... and then they grew up?  Maybe she didn't think she could?  I spell my kids names... first, middle and last.  I count my breaths.  I think about how less jiggly my ass will be if I make it to the corner... not this corner but THAT corner WAYYYY over there.  Don't... stop... running...  I imagine what my bib will look like when I go to pick it up the night before the race.  I think about the little lizard that is ALWAYS in the SAME spot that scurries into the bushes when I pass by.  I think about this nasty women's shoe with a big silver buckle that looks like it came out of the bottom of a Goodwill bin (it's always under the same tree). I wonder if anyone will ever move the Goodwill shoe.  I wonder who you call for things like "nasty shoe removal".  I wonder if things like little mice live in that shoe or go in there to sleep.  I think about little mice that might have died because they tried to seek shelter in that shoe and died because it was so gross.  I think about what it will be like in 70 days when I run my first 5K and how on that day I want to look back and know that I trained to the best of my ability because I will never have a chance to run my FIRST 5K ever again.  And then usually before my mind thinks of even weirder things... it's time to go home.