Saturday I had 7 miles to run according to my half-marathon schedule.
I woke up, got ready…
and it was raining.
Like, bad. Not run-able.
So I decided I was going to get in the car, drive towards the gym & park {that I run at} and hope the storm would let up, and if it didn’t, I’d go to the gym and face a treadmill run.
Anyone who’s had to run on a treadmill for longer than oh 30 minutes, knows that you want to go crazy on that thing.
You’re running, you’re pushing yourself, you’re putting in SO MUCH EFFORT…
and you’re NOT GOING ANYWHERE!! That so plays with your head. It’s terrible. Not to mention its just plain boring.
But, I made a decision. I was not leaving until I did my 7 miles and that was that.
Well my friends…
Sometimes, ya gotta do, what ya gotta do. And I did. 
I owned that treadmill that morning! I was proud of myself, it really was harder than being outside, where the time passes a lot quicker. I’m glad that I didn’t quit though, the thought crossed my mind many times, but quitting was not an option!
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