After a trip to the restroom and a gulp of water, I lined up at the back of one of the final waves of the 2018 Surf City Half Marathon race. I was a little nervous about finishing the whole thing knowing that I hadn’t hit my mileage target. The words, I just might die, kept swirling around my head until the race announcer cued the sound for the start of the race.
I slowly inched out over the start line and followed the crowd of runners swiftly kicking their way down Huntington Beach’s stretch of the Pacific Coast Highway. I jogged amongst the pack of people for several miles until the crowd began to thin out. The sounds of chatter began to wane as gasps of breath fell in their place, and you can hear, just off in the distance, the cool ocean waves crashing on top of each other trying to taunt the sweaty runners nearby. (more…)
A single bead of sweat drips from my brow and down the side of my face as I continue to peddle without gaining any ground on the stationary cycle. A middle-aged woman looks over my shoulder to view what I am looking at on the screen of my phone and then coughs—directly in my face. I get up to leave the gym already annoyed at the fact that all of the treadmills have been taken. From the look of the packed gym, it’s clearly the second day of January during the week when everyone is extremely gung-ho about their New Years resolutions.
It’s not until I get back to the car that I adjust my thoughts to view the positive aspects of the situation. Yes—this is the time of year when I have to wait a little longer for a treadmill at the gym, but it’s also the time of year when people come off of the high of the holiday giving season and focus on accomplishing goals that are set to better themselves. (more…)
“Jasmine, what the hell kind of to-do list is that?” My sister was looking at a list I had posted on my wall. “You know most people have lists like ‘do the laundry’ or something normally like that?”
I glanced at my unconventional list.
- Run a marathon.
- Write a book.
Those are the things listed under the “To-Do” section of the dry erase calendar that is hanging on my bedroom wall. I have often been known to set goals in life only to never actually start achieving them until I lit a fire under my butt. However, it was when I tricked myself into giving my goals actual deadlines that I at least made progress in working toward my goals. (more…)
Rubber soles pounded the warm asphalt creating a steady, but rhythmic, slow-tempo drum beat. They had carried my legs with ease for nine miles on the winding streets of Eugene, Oregon before I felt the slowly creeping soreness of a run that was lasting too damn long spread through my overworked leg muscles. I did my best to breathe in the cool and refreshing air that had been warmed a little more by the bright sun since the start of the race over an hour before. I had enjoyed the run, glancing over at the tall green trees that proudly stood as they decorated the Northwestern track town, for two more miles before thoughts of confusion snuck into my mind.
Why the heck did we pay to do this to ourselves? I thought as I continued to place one increasingly heavy foot in front of the other. Everyone here is absolutely nuts.