Sometimes Enough is Enough

I always say I love running. I say it with the same enthusiasm exhibited from Cassie's son when he pointed out the lawnmower to me last time we were there. I find myself consciously making an effort not to talk about it to people I just met, and I view "Hi, my name is Maggie, do you run races?" as a perfectly appropriate greeting.

But today I don't like running. For the past week I haven't quite enjoyed running. I'm proud of my accomplishments, but don't look forward to runs quite like I have. Maybe my year-long running binge has caught up with me. Maybe it's the 20-mile week I had the other week. Maybe it's the weather. But for this week, I'm not enjoying running.

Don't misjudge me...I'm not throwing in the towel. I'm not looking to hang up the running shoes, or find a new hobby (although I have found myself completely engrossed in Project Runway, therefore I am convinced, much to Ted's dismay, that I should completely quit the 9-to-5 lifestyle and become a fashion designer). I still plan on running and I still plan on training for Nashville.

But for this week, I'm going to whine, I'll mope around, then I'll tie up the laces and push myself through the obligatory mile. And, I'm fairly certain, before I know it, I'll be looking forward to the next long(ish) run and will be back to the annoying, giddy self most people know me as being.

But for now, my name is Maggie and I'm a fashion designer.