You're the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning: when will I get to see you today? Can I sneak away pre-dawn for a decadent rendezvous? Will we have a lunchtime tryst? Maybe I can leave work early and sneak away for a pleasurable hour together, before going home to my family, where I'll pretend not to think of you...or perhaps I'll throw caution and good sense (knowing I'll never be able to get to bed at a reasonable hour) to the wind and find a way to meet you after the kids are in bed for a late night assignation. After our sweaty frolic, I'll lie awake in bed remembering every lap together. When I finally sleep, I'll find you in my dreams where I'll sail on gilded wings, winning every race and feeling light as air. I'll wake up, heart racing, exquisite rapture pulsing through my veins, lusting to lose myself in you again.
Oh lover, I see you everywhere! I think about you when sitting at my desk. I ought to be working, but all I can do is stare out my window and fantasize about your naked, rugged, sweaty goodness. I dream of you and what you'll do to my legs, chest, and tush. I wonder when you will next caress my body, and how long it will last....one hour? Or can I somehow steal two and fully enjoy your glory? I wonder what delicious pain and joy you have in store for me.
I guiltily skulk around the internet, looking for traces of you. I google your name, I hunt down places where you might hang out, I sneakily read others stories and thoughts about you. I can't get you out of my mind! Your likeness is branded on my heart...you have become entwined with my soul! How did I ever live without you?! No one understands me like you!
You must promise never to leave me! I'll simply die without you!!!!Deep down I know that if anyone knew how much I loved you and how I thought about you, they would think me mad. I need you! I must have you! I can't live without you! I cannot take another day without you! I need to feel you on my body....I swear, I don't care about Off Day or Cross Training--they mean nothing to me! I need to see you today! Please say you'll meet me this afternoon! 4:00, in the usual spot at Wash Park. I'll be there, looking for you my lover, Running.
Please don't deny me!!!! I don’t care who sees us! Running, I love you!!!
Eternally yours,
M2M
As I said in my blogland-deflowering first post, I have been a runner for quite a long time: 15 years or so. At times, I ran more, at times less...sometimes faster, sometimes slower...sometimes I raced, sometimes I simply ran to get the stressballs out of my shoulders and minimize the liklihood that I would maim a coworker or wind up on the evening news after a fit of road rage. I ran to make it through pregnancy intact; I ran to get back to being "me" post-pregnancy. I ran to go on non-date dates with my not-yet husband. I ran to explore places I traveled. I ran to get some time by myself. I ran to think. I ran to escape. I ran to eat chocolate and pizza and drink wine whenever I liked, without physical repurcussion and cellulite. 
say that you have no idea what the best training plan for a marathon is and you don't care to ever find out? When you say "running and talking about running makes you want to kill yourself" exactly what context do you mean that in?). I needed people that could actually provide guidance and resources and occasionally answers to questions...I needed an audience (real or imagined) of my own peeps. No, not that kind of peeps.
