Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed.
You're my survival, you're my living proof.
My love is alive and not dead.
I keep up my "running slut" ways this weekend as I head to Spartan Beast in Vermont. Even some of my best running friends wonder why I don't just pick a distance and focus on that for a year or two... When you've woken up in ambulances a couple of times... for me at least... I'd rather different types of races and more of them than just spend hours and hours for a personal best of only one distance (though obviously I try to get the best personal time in every distance). People have said the way I exercise I seem like I'm in beast mode but this is the first race that has that in it's title so I hope I earn it. As always, getting to the finish line is non negotiable.