Born what way, you ponder? I was born to constantly become better. And that's what I've been doing. Tonight, for example: I was tired and had a pretty bad headache but I went to the gym after my assignment. I hopped on the treadmill and used my cheat code to override the 60-minute limit (in your face, the Man!), warmed up and keyed up my "Move Your Body" mix on my little iPod. And then I freaking ran. For 47 minutes straight. More than 4 miles. I felt amazing. I was breathing good, my legs felt fine but my tummy was being a bitch. Perhaps buffalo chicken pizza with blue cheese for lunch wasn't the best idea.
But! I was at more than 5.6 miles at the hour mark, and hit my 10K distance at 66:15. I wanted to shout in victory. I did not. But I'm feeling good, man. The blisters on the inside of my heels are callusing over nicely and I'm actually feeling like I might hit that hour goal I have for the St. Patty's Day Race.
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