Run your very own gay 10k!

'Cause I'm not a quitter.

OK, OK, I'm a quitter. It's not that I'm lazy, it's that I get bored easily. But I do recognize that I lack motivation to finish things. My house is full of half-finished art projects. And my brain is even fuller of ideas I've never brought to fruition.

Since college, I've had few, if any, goals. But now I'm on the cusp of completing a big one. Next weekend my coworker and I are traveling to St. George to run a 10k. In my training, I've run further than I ever have before. But I've wanted to quit. I've wanted to quit so bad. The long runs are agonizing, painful, and sometimes just plain boring.

But I'm going to stick with it. Tomorrow is my last run before the big race. And even though it feels like my calves are never going to stop hurting, I remember that I'm trying to be a finisher. At the very least, a not-quitter. Wait, that's the same thing, isn't it?

This.

Welcome to my world.