That person can be really mean sometimes and at others pretty tricky. It is that self that tells you that you are a fool for even thinking about becoming a runner. That the pain isn't worth it and that you have no business being on a track. At other times it is saying that it doesn't matter if you are fast or slow, you are moving. But then there is also this image that I see, not truly me but something sort of like me. I am jogging along a beautiful path, thinner and healthier. I'm not this person that I see reflected in the mirror day by day.
I teased my sister in law, saying that when I run, I imagine myself as Cindy Crawford running down the beach. The truth is I see this other self that I