During the summer, I got bitten by the running bug hard.
|Garmin wearin', compression socks wearin' running bug. He has sharp teeth for biting.|
|Me on a run. I gave myself the liberty of having totally awesome tusks. What's a hog without tusks.|
|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 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.