Wednesday, February 2, 2011

The tortoise and the hare

On Sunday I had a 2-mile recovery run. I took my brother along and he hasn't run since Hell on Halloween, yet he was consistently leading me for the first 1.4 miles. I kept plodding along, one foot in front of the other, and eventually passed him to never look back.

Moral of the story? Just keep going, don't give up. I'm slow but I get it done my way. One step, two step. Don't give up.

1 comment:

  1. I thought I could beat you in a 2 mile run, but nothing longer. Guess I was wrong. I'm finally not sore now.