Over the past year, I’ve become a trail runner, and I love it.
But now I’m back in Brooklyn, NY for the summer, and my family thinks prospect park is the epitome of trail running.
this was the definition of my high school team
(via soccerproblems)
Dear obnoxious pedestrians,
How did you know my name was Forrest?
Sincerely,
A flattered runner
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Girls on my floor, I officially apologize for the abnormal amount of times I poop.
You live with a runner…
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THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER REBLOGGED…..
THE NOISES I MADE WERE NOT HUMAN.
I regret nothing.
FOREVER REBLOG
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So I haven’t told anyone else, but I’m pretty sure the last boy to break up with me did so because he saw my scars.
With the exception of one relapse, the scars are all over a year and a half old.
Fuck him.
Man, do runners love running. They love everything about running. They especially like talking about running. After running, talking about running is the #1 thing runners seem to like. Also, is it just me or are runners crazily cultish about their running? Like, if they find out you’re a fellow runner, there is nothing you could do to sever the relationship. You could murder an elderly man and the only reaction would be, “See you at Red Coyote this weekend!” In summary: though very clearly insane, runners are sort of adorable and infectious in how enthusiastic they are.
—The Lost Ogle (via irunbecauseican)
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