Loved this blog, made me laugh, had to share, enjoy. Best wishes, julie
On Saturday, after my third lame, tortoise-hearted two-mile run of the week, I tweet.
“Another crap run. Not feeling it this week. But I don’t have to feel it. I just have to do it. Sometimes consistency is all I can give.”
And sometimes, consistency is all you’ve got. You arrive back home after the run, wet fringe plastered to forehead, ponytail soaked with sweat. You feel like shit. There is no runner’s high that day, just a deflated feeling and the knowledge that your best wasn’t good enough. There are no endorphins for you. Just a red mark on your shoulder where your sports bra has been chafing.
You want the magic back. You want that lump in your throat when you ran 5K for the first time. You want that moment when you grinned while sprinting through the perfect spring morning feeling so capable and so perfectly free.
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