Just Blog It

Last night I felt like I was in my own Nike commercial. I started running late, as I always do, and dragged the "trainer" down to the college track after dark. He wasn't running but wanted to make sure a sweet looking girl like myself didn't become a Lifetime Original Movie. Isn't that nice? As I was running and he was Iphoning, it began to rain. After lap three, the lightening started. I kept with it, pressing hard, and felt like a champion. I watched through the window as the muscle men in the gym pumped iron and thought, "Wussies. Get out here and challenge Zeus to a race." After about ten minutes of the rain and lightening, I went back inside. Still, I ran in harsh elements. And kicked ass.