My favourite running season is finally here! Ice cream season.
I have run past my favourite Dairy Queen store for months now. In the winter, they close it down. Someone out there figured people didn’t want to eat ice cream in winter.
They obviously don’t run. Otherwise they would know that sometimes after a particularly good run, you need to treat yourself. Or sometimes after a bad run you need to treat yourself. Or sometimes, you just need the motivation to get off the couch and out the door into the freezing cold.
Some of my other running friends use other methods to entice themselves out into the cold. My friend Jim uses a nice glass of beer.
Until I discovered ice cream, I would entice myself out into the warm and cold by telling myself, “OK, if you run for the next couple weeks in the (fill in the appropriate weather here) weather, you can go and buy yourself that really nice Brooks running jacket you have been eyeing.”
That worked until I ended up with a closet full of running stuff. At least it wasn’t shoes I was bribing myself with. I could be the Imelda Marcos of running shoes.
Some people might argue I already am. My mother threatened to throw me and my shoes out if I brought anymore into the house. I was left with sneaking them in.
I didn’t run tonight, but I figured since I was there anyway I might as well pick up an ice cream. Make sure that the ice cream is still up to exacting standards. I am happy to say that they are.
Besides that, I’m going running tomorrow. Not that with Around the Bay so close, I needed the bribe. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.
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