Odds are I’ll never wear an Olympic medal around my neck, but maybe… just maybe,...– From Desiree Davila’s March 2006 training journal, back when her 5k PR was 16:17, and a 5:30 pace track workout felt uncomfortable (for comparison, her 2011 Boston marathon pace was 5:27/mile). (via angel-likes-running)
youngstero: I love sleep because it’s like a time machine to breakfast
gaywardvagabond: “forever reblog!!!” the teen girl writes on her favourite post, laughing. she looks around. suddenly she’s not in her room anymore, but in some large warehouse full of girls roughly her age. she looks down to see her hand alt+clicking on the post she just reblogged. and again. and again. “forever reblog,” they all chant in unison. “forever reblog.”
Run 9 miles in 1:05:27 and come home and collapse on the floor while, for no apparent reason, the scent of blood fills my nostrils. The things I choose to do with my mornings are odd indeed.
today's run was a success:
random man on bike: hey kid are you training for the military or something?
me as i run by: nope just preparing for cross country!
You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you...– David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via possible-leakage)
Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.– Confucius (via kari-shma)
Most obstacles melt away when we make up our minds to walk boldly through them.– Orison Swett Marden (via thefameofhealthandfitness)
funamis: DONT TOUCH ME IM STERILE Anyone else notice the subtle fact Patrick use to have eyebrows
nutrientnatalie: muffintop-less: Don’t Quit “When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest if you must; but don’t you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, As everyone of us sometimes learns, And many a...
my parents like to complain about my long runs because they have to wait 1:50 minutes for me to run 15 miles before they drive me home. like oh sorry, sitting down must really suck let me gather you up a pity party at some point during my 15+ miles of running
correction* everyone wants an iphone and i’m just trying to save up enough money to buy health foods, nifty cookware, and a sweet pair of dumbbells along with an exercise ball.
So confession time: I haven’t taken a week off of exercising all Summer long.
Nothing, Everything, Anything, Something: If you have nothing, then you have...– Jarod Kintz (via givesgoodface)
TW: anorexia and eating disorders
delikatny: Cake or collar bones dry thinning hair?? Pizza or a thigh gap dry peeling skin?? Ice cream or hip bones dull eyes?? Food or a nice body death?? Think before you eat encourage others to throw their lives away by posting your pro-ana shit all over the internet where vulnerable naive teenagers can read and imitate your illness that you don’t even possess.
Last night I did an 11 mile run at basically tempo pace; half the time I was either running in pitch black or running ceaselessly into the oncoming blinding hue of headlights in the distance. This is me. This is what I do. Every morning I wake up and train no matter what I feel like; it does not matter if I have to run in the middle of a tropical storm in ankle deep water with oncoming cars...
I find myself caring less and less about what others’ think, but not in a “fuck the world” kind of way; it’s more of a strong sense of self fulfillment that grows stronger with every step I take towards becoming the best I can possibly be in everything I participate in.