We are Pain Train.

The more race reports I read in my running forum, the more I get jazzed up about the tough people that we(my running group) are.

We get out there on a Sunday morning. Torture ourselves to the point of cramping, possibly busting ovaries, stress fracturing legs, dehydrating ourselves... but we keep trucking. We don't give up. Yeah, some of us walked, but we didn't give up. We kept going.

Then we go back to work on Monday, walking gingerly, taking the elevator up instead of the stairs, and people look at us trying to figure out what's wrong with us, and they have conversations like: "man, i'm tired, i raked all the leaves in my front yard yesterday", "yeah, I hear ya, I painted my office, my forearm is kililng me", and we sit in our cubicle, thinking.. "you have no idea what tired and sore is, you just have no clue."

And the best part is, we'll get back out there, quads still burning, calves tight to run again...
"A stress fracture? whatever, i'll go ride a stationary bike instead of running then!"
...and tonight, Bob from accounting will cross you in the hallway and say as you're leaving the office : "you going running tonight?" and a smile comes to your face as you think that you'll get to hang with your group, see familiar faces, high five people for the challenge they overcame, and get out there and hear "ok huddle up everybody, huddle up" before you go run a secret fun workout, and toast a job well done with a Sunshine Wheat in hand. And you answer: "Yep, I sure am, and I can't wait!"

We are Pain Train.