ran 6 miles.
Thought it was a death wish, but it actually wasn't too bad.
Except for the HEARTBURN. Holy shit. Heartburn so bad I though I was going to barf a couple times. So that was weird.
By the end of the run, when everything but my esophagus felt pretty good, I realized that I should take my own advise. Not really advise, but my favorite thing to say to people when I was coaching/training.
I'm stronger than I think I am.
Ok, not brute strength. But I can do more than I think I can.
Which is pretty rad.
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