I know, right, it's very funny. It's not mine, my funny DM friend said it first.
But I love it, and it really applied to yesterday's run. I had lots of stress this last week, and therefore found lots of excuses not to run off the stress like a good little girl. By Saturday, I was feeling very toxic from said stress, bad eating, not so much sleep, and too much beer. Solution = run. No brainer.
But OMG it was so horrible. I could not make myself get dressed. I could not make myself walk out the door. After the first mile, my music died. I was on my own. With my demons.
Then I remembered exercising demons, like my friend says, and I got a good case of the giggles. I'm a very visual person. So I see 2' tall smoky imps chasing me down the road and trying to trip me, and snickering in their helium-balloon voices. At first they taunt me over their shoulders and make snide remarks about my lumbering technique and inability to breathe, but eventually I'm in front. Their teeth are clamped firmly into my calves by about the fourth mile, but I picture them flapping in the breeze behind my fast legs. Eventually they give up and skulk away. And I have a great rest of my run.
Demons don't much care for exercise.