13/12/2025
We literally pay to torture ourselves. And then we sign up again. ππΈ
Think about it: you hand over $50, $100, sometimes $200+ for the privilege of waking up before dawn, standing in a freezing corral with thousands of strangers, and then running until your legs want to fall off. Non-runners hear this and think we've lost our minds. They're not wrong. This is objectively insane behavior.
But somehow, the second you cross that finish line β legs cramping, stomach churning, questioning every decision that led to this moment β you're already thinking about the next race. "That was brutal. When can I do it again?" It's like we have selective amnesia. The pain fades, the medal stays, and suddenly signing up for another one seems like a great idea.
The best part? We don't just do this once. We do it over and over. We collect race bibs like trophies. We plan vacations around marathons. We convince our friends to join us, knowing full well we're recruiting them into voluntary suffering. And we act like it's completely normal.
So yeah, runners are a special kind of crazy. We pay to suffer, we wake up at ungodly hours to do it, and we wouldn't have it any other way. See you at the next race. ππ
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