Wednesday, November 2, 2011


I am the kind of person who gets obsessed with things quickly. And they usually burn out fast. For instance, once during winter break, I found a book on making felt stuffed animals. That night, I spent a good amount of money on all the supplies and made them non stop for a week. That's seriously all I did for a week. Then, as quickly as it came, I lost interest and all the supplies haven't been touched since.

During the summer, I got bitten by the running bug hard.
Garmin wearin', compression socks wearin' running bug. He has sharp teeth for biting.  
After I found running blogs, I  read them obsessively for a week. Then I HAD to have one of my own. I had just gotten started with running.  And instead of thinking about good URL and researching what other people did, I just went and made one (milehogger.blogspot). 

Me on a run. I gave myself the liberty of having totally awesome tusks. What's a hog without tusks. 
Then I started reading more running blogs. And most of the ones I liked had the blogger's name and something about running. I started feeling badly about my URL. That I made the wrong choice. And that people would just see my URL and completely not even click on it. And no one would want to be my friend. 
Me crying in the corner. My sadness disappeared my awesome tusks. 

And then, now, I've grown to embrace it. Hogging makes me think of obsession, and that's fairly accurate. I'm obsessed with my mileage, races etc. And there's also sort of a relevant story to this. When I was nine, I used to play in the local park with local kids. There was one summer, where soccer was the big thing. Remember when I said that I get obsessed. Well, I got REALLY into the games. And there might have been an incident when I charged too strongly at the ball and gave a boy bloody feet. But then who plays soccer in sandals. Not my fault at all. And he may have told my parents that I charged at him like a bull and scared the crap out of him. Well, it sort of became the running (PUN!) joke in my family. And my parents still occasionally refers to me as a bull. And hog sort of has the same feeling as a bull. We both have pointy things on our heads that we can use to attack things. 

Additionally, I suck at drawing people. A round hog is much easier to deal with. I am a big believer in blog posts with pictures. However, I've never been the one to take much pictures. In fact, I have two photos total from my prom. I just never remember to carry my camera to places.
Basically what I looked like. Notice the corsage replacing my garmin. 
So I decided that MS Paint photos > No posts. I've had times when I didn't have adequate photos from my run preventing me from posting. And I will try to remember my camera more. 

So this is why I'm the milehogger. And if you were wondering, the header for my blog is from a poem by Frost. I just always think of it when I'm running. It's sort of like a nerdy motivational mantra. 

Now tell me something interesting about you! (Your blog, or anything else) Or a childhood memory that still affects you to this day. 


  1. Nice story! I don't think there's anything wrong with your url at all!

    Something interesting about me? Hmm, well it should be semi-obvious what my url means. So I'll just throw something random out there:

    I took a hip hop class before our wedding so that I could learn a dance to do for our reception entrance. I taught it to Mike and we had all of our wedding party members "dance" into the reception! Our dance was, of course, the best because we had practiced the most. That is probably one of my favorite parts of our wedding, well except the getting married part!

  2. Haha your pictures crack me up. I HATE my url...I'm actually in the process of figuring out how to get my .com blog to show up on blogger feed...I post the same posts on both until I figure it out! Haha :)

  3. I love these paint pictures!

    A childhood memory that still affects me to this day is running over some salamanders with a lawnmower because I didn't like how they looked. Needless to say, it was worse afterwards. Now I never want look at a salamander again.