When You Want To Give Up

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When the running app finally interrupted the music announcing “distance: three miles,” I nearly collapsed. I slowed to walk up the hill I was relieved to not have to run and glanced at my time as I stopped the clock.

That was the worst and hardest run of my entire life, I thought as I dragged myself home. As defeat resounded in my mind I remembered the glimpse of my time. Divided by three. Huh.

This had not been my worst. Oh it was hard and it certainly felt worse than any run I can remember, but when I looked at the facts in hindsight, I was surprisingly far from failure. My time, for me, was perhaps even noteworthy.

Maybe struggle does not equal failure any more than scared equals not brave

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