My wife and I are involved with someone going through a divorce, to the extent that we're hosting the divorce party. We were looking for appropriate (read: cheeky) gifts, but it was too late to get hold of them in time. Instead, we labeled existing bottles of wine with some of the slogans we saw and I printed out. One of the cleaner ones was, "I do. I did. I'm done."
I do. I did. I'm done is the way I felt after today's 21-miler. This long run was similar to others that I've done in recent months. I had company for a good part of it (Katherine Kinsey and Shannon Barnes, my usual partners in crime), but (also as usual) I did the final part alone. I averaged under ten minutes per mile (only just), and I finished strong.
That's all good, but it would have been nice to run just a couple of miles more. But I was tired. It wasn't gonna happen. I do. I did. I'm done sums it up.
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