Run With Me

Helloooo I'm Shannon and I'm a college sophomore currently running for a DIII school in the northeast! I love my school, my team, the sport, and this blog is just a rambling of my running thoughts haha. Feel free to ask questions!

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You don’t love a team for the titles. You don’t love a team for the trophies. You love a team because, somewhere in there, you’ve found yourself.

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“I call myself a feminist. Isn’t that what you call someone who fights for women’s rights?”

Dalai Lama (via megan-foster)

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It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like the morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living

F Scott Fitzgerald (via usuckulent)

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And what about you? Is it love or hate? :)

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I swear to every heaven ever imagined, if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare from the grave so he can tell them every reason why he wishes he were born in a time where he could have a damn Gmail account. The day after I taught my mother how to send pictures over Iphone she texted me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row. Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful. But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club while the rest of us fall in love over Skype. Send angry letters to state representatives, as we record the years first sunrise so we can remember what beginning feels like when we are inches away from the trigger. Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did. Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole. Van Gogh would have taken 20 selfies a day. Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words. Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account, and we all would have checked it every morning while we Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes. This life is spilling over with 85 year olds rewatching JFK’s assassination and 7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos. Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting what my fathers voice sounds like. No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend. No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like or how grasshoppers procreate. I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips in public parks on my cellphone and you will continue to scoff and that is okay. But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search how to say I love you in 164 different languages

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dont u hate it when its nine in the afternoon but ur eyes are just normal sized

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I’ve seen this post three times on my dash and i still cant fucking figure out what it means is it like some secret code. are 22,000+ of you in a secret society????? what the fuck is going on?????

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Panic at the disco haha

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Yoga is the perfect opportunity to be curious about who you are

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Please god, one day can I have an absolutely adorable child who does yoga with me? Please…?

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Ommmmmggggggg

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You don’t run against a bloody stop watch, do you hear? A runner runs against himself, against the best that’s in him. Not against a dead thing of wheels and pulleys. That’s the way to be great, running against yourself.

Bill Persons (via runnersbliss)

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I was angry, so I went for a run. And things got better. I was confused, so I went for a run. And things got better. I was exhausted, so I went for a run. And things got better. I was lost, unsure, empty, afraid. Certain that whatever was left of my sanity had snapped, had come untethered and floated away, to a place so high and remote that I would never see it again, and that even if I did, I wouldn’t recognize it. So I went for a run. And things got better. I felt like things could not possibly get worse, so I went for a run. And things got better. (Another time, I felt like things could not get much better. I went for a run. Things got much better.) After enough miles, over enough runs and enough years, I realized: No matter what, no matter when, or where, or why, I can find my shoes and go for a run and things will get better. And that realization? Just knowing that? It made things better.

Mark Remy, Runners World (via indieless)

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I was angry, so I went for a run. And things got better. I was confused, so I went for a run. And things got better. I was exhausted, so I went for a run. And things got better. I was lost, unsure, empty, afraid. Certain that whatever was left of my sanity had snapped, had come untethered and floated away, to a place so high and remote that I would never see it again, and that even if I did, I wouldn’t recognize it. So I went for a run. And things got better. I felt like things could not possibly get worse, so I went for a run. And things got better. (Another time, I felt like things could not get much better. I went for a run. Things got much better.) After enough miles, over enough runs and enough years, I realized: No matter what, no matter when, or where, or why, I can find my shoes and go for a run and things will get better. And that realization? Just knowing that? It made things better.

Mark Remy, Runners World (via indieless)

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always room for some paws on my running blog

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There comes a feeling of liberation after running for a very long time. First, your legs pound on the ground beneath you, you search for air to power your strides, you sweat, and look up at the sky. But suddenly, your lungs open up and fill with the fresh air around you, your legs seem to supply you with with endless strides, your vision is blurred yet focused on the things in front of you, and most importantly your mind is clear. You are now flying. When you run, you allow yourself to submit your thoughts to your surroundings unconditionally. Stop thinking and let go. You trust your legs to carry you far, far away from your problems and allow you to enter a world of peace —your world of peace. When you run, you allow yourself to fall in love. You fall in love with the road, the journey, your powerful strides. And most importantly, you fall in love with yourself.

Reasons to run (via lnkedwords)

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stridingtobebetter said: Why come back for Xc?

in track we do shit workouts which really affects our speed, which is what I need more of for the 1500. For example, our intervals are always all out…every single one of them…and i feel like that burns me out when it comes to race time. Also we do the same workouts week after week which also makes us all stale.

For xc, we do more hills and tempos which vary, which is nice. also the team is a lot better and i love fall haha! I feel like xc is more based off of what you do over the summer anyway which is when I can train myself. Also I have a legit goal for xc (top 7) whereas in track I feel like I will never reach my old HS PRs…

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"Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there’s life after death."