Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Crushing Weight of Expectation

I had high hopes for this morning. Big mistake.  Workout was brutal. For the first time in weeks, I needed multiple walking breaks throughout my run. Both of my ankles were screaming. And once there is screaming involved my mind tends to join in. Of course, it wasn't until mile 5, with under a mile to go that I found any sort of rhythm at all and by then I was pooped (mostly from the battle raging in my head). Thats what I get for wanting something...

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