Humility levels are high once again today. It's all very uncomfortable. You might even say, stifling. I'm almost to the point of taking a day off from running. Think I will? Nah.
Call it the summer doldrums. It starts with the weigh-in: 163 &!^*$# pounds! I'm not sure, but I think that's the most in, like, years. Then, I get to the track and I realize that I can't breathe the thick, cut-it-with-a-knife air. It's pretty much the same as it's been for days and days now.
Some of my friends are doing some workout or another, while others are just running in circles. I start running circles as well, but then realize why I'm here: to do something, anything, of substance. I try to get up to speed. It's not easy.
I wind up with five 800s. That's not as good as ten (my usual goal number and what I did last week), but it's better than zero.
Come to think of it, I suppose we can say that about all of my running in the past couple of weeks: better than nothing.
Barely.
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