Headcase.

Miscellaneous

4.49 mile run today. And I hated everything minute, every second, every stride, every breathe of it.

The entire run was a battle between my head and my legs.

“Just walk for a couple minutes, who cares?!” Said my brain.

“I care! I can finish this, it’s not much longer!” My legs fired back. “Shut up brain you’re not helping!”

The argument went back and forth, back and forth. It finally ended when I reached the top of the hill that my apartment sits on. I collapsed when I reached my driveway and keeled over to puke.

My run was over, and it sucked.

But I never stopped. A very small victory in my book, but still a victory.