sometimes, running ain't pretty.
you forget to stretch after yesterday's killer leg workout,
you experience, ahem, "gastrointestinal distress...,"
your shorts give you a wedgie,
you order the wrong size running shoes, again,
you still aren't over a cold, and sound like a windtunnel when you breathe,
you have to pee 1 mile in,
you can't decide on your route,
you get honked at,
you plead Cudi to keep you motivated,
then your ipod dies,
you take some walk breaks,
run through some puddles,
and sweat so much, you could cause a tsunami if you wring out your underwear.
you realize running is not about being perfect, but never giving up,
aaaannd then you experience your first snot-rocket...
and instead of hitting the road, you hit your left thigh.
blissfully clueless about snot-rockets?
well, they ain't pretty.