Motivation

*knock-knock-knock* is usually how it begins.  Nic walks into my cube and asks if I’ve read the email that he just sent.  So I go to my email and sure enough, there’s an email.  Sometimes it’s a video of Raul Ibanez fielding a perfectly good ground ball only to throw it into the ground 6 feet in front of him.  Sometimes it’s some stupid video he’s found on some college humor website.  Sometimes it’s a comic strip he thinks I’ll enjoy.  But more often than not it’s got something to do with running.

One link sent me to a clip about some crazy endurance race where people crawl through creek beds on their bellies and run all hours of the day and night.  Sometimes it’s a link to a group he wants me to join or to a photo album showing me how fun it is to collect race numbers. Other times it’s some video of pretty mountain scenery that one might encounter on an ultra marathon.  That was in the beginning.  Now I get sent to photo albums of bloody nipples.  I was just really happy for that sports bra after I viewed that page.  Then along came the awareness of toenail disasters and blister popping.

Ok, so he didn’t send me the video of the blister popping.  He made me come to his cubicle to watch it with him.  It was disgusting and I’ll spare you all (all 5 of you who read this blog) the link.  Morrie and I watched the documentary “Running on the Sun” about the Badwater 135 and part of that video showed several runners popping blisters.  That was mild compared to the video he showed me.  I’ll never be the same again.

Does this guy want me to continue running?  Because if he does, he shouldn’t show me these types of things.  Pretty mountain trails, ok.  Hypodermic needles to gigantic toe blisters, not ok.  He can keep sending the bloody nipple photos though, because those just make me smile.