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“It’s raining Mir.”

Last week I wrote about “Scott and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Run.”

Just about everything that could have gone wrong did. On the upside, I didn’t get hit with any space debris re-entering the atmosphere. So, there’s that.

Needless to say, I was anxious to get back to it this week. And to be honest, a little apprehensive. Especially since I was planning on running alone.

Now while there are plenty of upsides to pounding pavement solo (flexible start time, ability to improvise on your route, zone out and jam to tunes), one of the downsides to running without company is that the voice of doubt gets your undivided attention.

Matthew Inman, mastermind behind “The Oatmeal” (a stupendously funny website) created a perfect personification of this self-doubt. He named it “The Blerch.”

“The Blerch”… aka a real bastard.

The Blerch is a lazy and bloated cherub who hovers just outside of you peripheral vision, tempting you to abandon any and all workouts in exchange for extended. couch time (usually combined with a multitude of snacks).

Click here to learn about The Blerch.

The Blerch really is a little bastard.

As of late my personal Blerch has been trying extra hard to worm his way into my head and subconscious. And sadly, he’s been a little more effective than I’d like to admit.

Fortunately, I found an alternative to listening to this little bugger chatter in my ear non-stop for today’s 10-miler. Run with friends! Read the rest of this entry →