Last night's run was hard. From almost the very first step, it was hard. I felt like I was running in slow motion (which, hey, I kind of was). I was feeling kind of down about myself, but then once I was done, I realized that even though it was hard, I didn't walk or cut the run short, I just kept on going. I realized I was proud of that effort, that determination.
Then I woke up this morning and logged onto Facebook and this is the first thing I saw:
Well said, Mr. Burfoot.
What rewards does running offer you?