I was ready for three miles today. It never crossed my mind to run anything less and I even completely prepared a new route that had to do with running on the post road. I was ready for action.
When I began to run today I felt lighter than air. I was ready to keep moving and continued on a great pace. After the mile mark when I turned on the post road, something amazing happened. I had to stop at an intersection because of oncoming traffic, and when I did so, I wanted to keep running. Recently when I was given the excuse to stop on a run, I would relish in that excuse and enjoy every minute of it. But today, I wanted to keep running while standing at that intersection. However, when I turned off the Post Road, continuing on my run, I felt worse and worse. My legs grew heavy and I started to get even heavier.
It was at around the second mile where I needed to stop. I haven't stopped willingly on a run since I started this little project. I felt defeat, anger, shame. It was only a few moments later that my head rose up with an angry face and I powered through the last mile. It was with a quarter mile left that I hurt more than I have in a long while. I ran by a squirrel lying in the road with a new haircut in the shape of a tire track. I envied him for a brief moment.
I guess I never really do well with the bad days. I tend to think more negative than positive and therefore I tend to think that my life is fulling apart at the smallest imperfection, just like a squirrel after a tire track. But things will get better, they already have.
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