I read a great quote today:
Some think guts is sprinting at the end of a race. But guts is what got you there to begin with. Guts start back in the hills with 6 miles to go and you’re thinking of how you can get out of this race without anyone noticing. Guts begin when you still have forty minutes of torture left and you’re already hurting more than you ever remember. – George Sheehan
That’s what I love about running, and sports in general. We get the opportunity to be pushed to our limits on a regular basis. We also get to be around others who have more guts than we ever will, and be inspired by them. It’s great to feel like you have accomplished something by 7:00 in the morning, and it has lasting effects throughout the day. I know running doesn’t equate to entering a burning building or performing brain surgery, but for many of us it’s our chance to see what we’re made of.
Today’s run:
6.2 miles at 9:40 pace.
Slowed by dense fog…we couldn’t see more than about a foot in front of us!
Good job. Keep it up.