The art of racing the train

Did you see what I did there?
The art of racing the train.
The art of racing in the rain.

I know, I have my clever moments sometimes...

But yes, I "raced" the train.

As in I heard it coming through my ear buds that were playing the spanish workout station and knew the tracks were by my path so as soon as I saw it coming I started running.
Like a badass.

Actually just kidding I raced it for maybe 45 seconds before I stopped and walked it out.
Because inside i'm still a fat kid in gym class.
I am not that fit.
Working on it, but not there just yet.

It felt so good to just feel the wind in my hair.
I love that feeling.
Like every piece of hair has a curl of wind wrapped around it.
So good.

Did you ever see the movie The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants?
There's a part where Bridget (Blake Lively) is at this Soccer camp and she just pulls ahead of the group and runs and runs.
There's the song Unwritten that plays and she majestically runs along.
I was trying to embody that sort of.
You know the 5'10" bronde that I am is trying to embody Blake Lively another 5'10" bronde.
Yeah that worked out well.
I can sprint and jog.
But most of my work out is me catching my breath and then convincing myself to run again as soon as this person passes me or so I can pass this slow walker with out it being weird...



And then at the end of the train, the caboose had a cute guy on it.
Best run ever.