Training for marathons, and other bucket list shenanigans
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.