I hate it in the midst of it, when you're out there, not sure you can take another step, struggling, ignoring the pain in your calves, your side, brushing away the mosquitoes that try to make a feast from your flesh.
I hate it. I hate the end, feeling like I could just fall over, that the next step just might kill me, but that I have to keep pressing on.
And yet, being still never felt as good as at the end of a run. I never felt stronger than when I rock the next portion of my training regimen. Tomorrow I embark on week five of Cto5K. There is a 5K here in Lake Jackson in just about a month. I want to do it. Because I'm ready to prove to myself, once and for all, that I CAN.
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