This week began our longest run to date: the infamous 7 miler. As "the day" loomed ever nearer, just thinking about running that far was making me very nervous. Not to mention my symptomatic anxiety an hour before I ran... aching stomach, sweating feet (a new one for me and quite gross), racing mind. You get the picture.
Fortunately, I got myself under control with a good mental beating. I am strong. I have been safely and slowly getting myself ready to be at this point. I can fly.
And I did.
Of course the next day the bird wasn't flying so well. I was limping around at work because I didn't stretch very well and pulled a muscle in my leg. It lasted only a day with some TLC. Lesson learned.
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