Have you ever been on a run and let the music be your guide? I was running on a treadmill at work - not because I can't run outside - but I did not have the time to today. SO I got onto the treadmill and popped in my ipod and ran like a rat on a string for 4.5 miles. Not too bad of a run - I was averaging 09:30 miles and kept up a good pace with a rest in the middle to question my sanity. But at the 3.2 mile mark a song came on that I could not just do a cool down for five minutes - and I tried.
The song? I would do anything for love. By Meat Loaf So I hit that song - and I knew that my version for some reason went for 11 minutes. So what do you do? You punch it. You keep going and you make the most of your next 11 minutes. Your brain is going "dude - that is Meatloaf - you gotta keep going." Your heart is going at 172 beats per minutes - and is liking this a lot. The rest of the body is going "Dude you will regret this later. When you are in your cube and try to get up and your hip seizes up on you - Meat Loaf won't be there to help you."
The one part of the body that you don't need to listen to is the fat cells. Yeah they are comfortable. They are parts of the bacon wrapped scallops that you had for dinner last night. They are the Lorna Doone cookies that you had a while ago. Did I mention the cobbler from last night? Three servings...
But you know what? At mile three the fat started to suffer. The cells started to die off. Miserable little butter cells that have holed up for several years. I think that they suffer. Then spontaneously explode - and it is always easier to gain the weight through the mouth - but harder to destroy it and shove it out through the pores.
Sometimes you have do dig deep. Find that pop tart you had and sacrifice it to the furnace of desire and throw out the detritus that shackles you. Be free. Run Hard. Make the fat suffer.
FMR
The song? I would do anything for love. By Meat Loaf So I hit that song - and I knew that my version for some reason went for 11 minutes. So what do you do? You punch it. You keep going and you make the most of your next 11 minutes. Your brain is going "dude - that is Meatloaf - you gotta keep going." Your heart is going at 172 beats per minutes - and is liking this a lot. The rest of the body is going "Dude you will regret this later. When you are in your cube and try to get up and your hip seizes up on you - Meat Loaf won't be there to help you."
The one part of the body that you don't need to listen to is the fat cells. Yeah they are comfortable. They are parts of the bacon wrapped scallops that you had for dinner last night. They are the Lorna Doone cookies that you had a while ago. Did I mention the cobbler from last night? Three servings...
But you know what? At mile three the fat started to suffer. The cells started to die off. Miserable little butter cells that have holed up for several years. I think that they suffer. Then spontaneously explode - and it is always easier to gain the weight through the mouth - but harder to destroy it and shove it out through the pores.
Sometimes you have do dig deep. Find that pop tart you had and sacrifice it to the furnace of desire and throw out the detritus that shackles you. Be free. Run Hard. Make the fat suffer.
FMR
