This was my hardest run in a long time. I felt totally gassed after mile 2. Miles 3 and 4 were such a mental and physical game. I couldn’t speak, and just counted to 20 over and over again in my head until the run was over. Sounds like a blast, right?
But I finished. I kept moving. The endorphin rush came over in that last step. Not every run is a joy-filled anxiety-reliever. Some runs, like mine today, just make us tougher. 💪🏾