During my (semi) daily morning run, I spend the vast majority of my time searching for something, anything to keep me trudging along. Just get to that garbage can, I say, and then that one down there. (Garbage days are inspiring.) Now get to that tree.
I've got the Chili Peppers on the iPod, yes, and scored some new Nikes a while back, but good tunes and decent shoes barely touch the corner of the awfulness that is running around my neighborhood in a Salt Lake City 5K shirt that I can't begin to place the origins of, shoving a double stroller with, I don't know, something like 45 pounds of kid in it.
And so I think up all sorts of bizarre scenarios and reward systems to keep myself engaged. Let's face it, though, at the end of 4 very long, sweaty miles, there are really only a couple bits of inspiration that can hold my attention.
(Hint: it's not Bug asking repeatedly over and over again and until the end of time, But Mommy, what are we doing AFTER our run and AFTER we go home and AFTER I eat some goldfish for a snack?)
Oh yeah. My Bug, covered in orange Crystal Light, and her Mr. Baggins, covered in adorable.