Slogging
along at this running thing, this is the time where I should be fit and fast
and to be honest...I’m struggling. I want to be a whine baby and feel sorry for
myself for ever agreeing to this madness of running another marathon. I’m tired
of it all, tired of seeing all of the runners on Washington Street who used to
make me so happy. Now they just make me feel inadequate and slow. And underprepared. And tired.
I’m so tired. And I want to curl
up on the couch and NOT RUN EVER.
On a
brighter note there is a 17 mile run coming up on Saturday.
Wait. That’s not a bright note at all.
The end.
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