(Yep, that's Hilary. For reals. Covet, covet. I know.)
Mind over matter. I realized that lately I've used some pretty random techniques to get me through my runs. One night it's Beach Boys. Beach Boys. No joke. I laughed out loud running to that album because it was so fun, so another time, so funny that The Beach Boys got me home. "Wouldn't it be nice if we were older, than we wouldn't have to wait so looonnnggg." Those were the days. Now, they'd forget waiting and just get it over with, right?
Sometimes I wait for different dogs to join me along the way. I used to call them all Boy and I said it in a kind, peppy sort of voice because I was afraid they'd attack me. After awhile, I learned that they were ALL girls. Impunity.
Tonight, it was Hilary Swank. Rock-solid Million Dollar Baby Swank. Girl Power. If she can do it (pretending to be someone else), than I can too. Still, she's totally ripped in real life. Sometimes I need to remind myself not to covet. But heck, I totally covet her body. But that's okay. I can be soft and sweet- spirited. It's not the end of the world. But in the next life, I'm Hilary Swank.
So I figure, Hilary or The Beach Boys, or dogs, whatever works, right?