10.21 miles (total: 1274.17 miles)
It was wet, miserable, hard, and by mile 8 some "kids" ran and passed me by only to stop after 1 minute and they started walking up the hill. I've passed them by smiling :) They were not here for endurance.
I kept on going... the rain never stopped (at times it would slow down for a little bit), but it was wet... Seattle in January.
I've ventured further, I wanted to go further, but I knew I was running out of time (needed to head back home). I called Freddy and asked him to come and pick me up.
There comes a point in every runner's life where you come to such an honest point - asking yourself do I have it in me? what if I don't? what if I really can't... One foot in front of another... sometimes hallucinating, sometimes just forgetting for the next 30 seconds and just focusing on your legs (hoping to catch the 2nd wind somehow), sometimes "nickle-diming" your way to the next mile... somehow you manage to go further... and that's progress. They say "if you can walk, you can run"... I can always walk --> hence, I can always run, so no excuse. But I have to dig so deep sometimes to keep going further against fatigue, hills, tiredness, boredom - that I keep coming back to "why" :)
I think though by training my mind for running, everything else seems to be "easier". I never want my mind to get "soft" and "comfortable".
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