I ran 8 miles and tried to cry, but I had sweated out all my tears

The title of this post pretty much sums it up, but I expand if only to defend myself.

In continuing this training for a half marathon, I've learned three slightly (moderately?) interesting things about myself:

1. I need really loud music to "stop thinking" (This is an example of what I'll be thinking in a span of 3 seconds: "I want to stop. I'm tired. I've got a lot to catch up on my DVR. I bet Margaret misses me by now. I bet she doesn't and she's just watching "Yo Gabba Gabba." I'm thirsty. I really like these running shoes. I can't believe how light they are. I think I should tie they tighter. If I stopped to tie them it would give me a legitimate excuse to stop for a second. I bet I look funny running. Like I'm shuffling. But it still counts, doesn't it. Yeah. I hate Gina so bad. How did she talk me into this? No, I love Gina because she actually thinks I can do this. Either that or she's punishing me. Maybe this is her way of getting back at me for making fun of her that one time. Ha! That ONE TIME. Oh yeah, she's got it in for me. And she told me to buy these shoes. I love them. I bet I'm running off an entire cheeseburger AND fries. If I ate anything right now I'd throw up. I can hear myself breathing. I bet this woman walking her dog is so embarrassed for me because I'm such a heavy breather. I'M embarrassed for me. Oh well, I can either run OR breath well. You can't have everything. I really need to turn up this music. I can hear myself breathing and it's ridiculous. Oh, it's Queen! Score!)

2. I hate talking about running. Ironically, I think it's boring. I'm "getting into it," but besides actually doing it, what's there to talk about? I mean, you can only talk about energy gel goops and shoes for 2 minutes and then what? It's boring.

3. I really am doing this for myself because my time, the distance I can go without openly weeping, the way I run (like Chris Valentine--toes pointed out) is nothing to brag about.