Last summer, I trained hard with Chris in the hopes of running a marathon. We were pretty dedicated to our program and still managed to do a lot of other things. In late summer, I hit 20 miles (and almost died, not having eaten properly during the run and taking the first 10 miles too quickly). After this, my enthusiasm waned some. I felt like a failure–a feeling that only got worse as days past with no running at all. The semester started, things got busier, winter was hard, and I found myself with a lot more excuses for not doing it. Anyway, I’m trying to pull myself out of the slump. Last night, I set out for an hour. I’m slow, but not too bad. I’ve still got decent wind. Here’s to the journey beginning with a single step…
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