It's odd to me how easily I am encouraged.
Take my run/walk of the Levy Loop, just completed. It seemed like I walked quite a bit, and jogged very slowly, but I finished in 21:24, or a 10:42-mile pace. Tack on 24.21875 more miles at that pace, and it would add to a 4:40:32 marathon.
My goal is to finish the Little Rock Marathon under five hours. Somehow I have let a 2-mile run suggest I can.
Discouragement comes with the same sort of ease, so all I need is a bad day on my temperamental legs to tell me my goal is ludicrous, and to say I am an idiot to let a 2-mile run/walk of the Levy Loop represent anything more than a couple of hundred calories burned.
Samantha made it home from the thunderstorm two nights ago, and is currently sleeping on boxes piled near my water heater.
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