All running. No stopping.
It was so hard.
After the first mile, after the second mile, I really began to wonder if I could do it.
My body begged and pleaded for me to just stop. Give up. Call it.
But I ignored it. I did it. I ran all three miles.
I not only did it. I sprinted at the end.
And I felt like one bad mamba jamba as I strutted through that last cool down lap to the victorious sounds of Muse blasting over my earphones.
I gave myself chills.
Is there a super hero cape flowing behind me?
Is there anything I can't do?
Today it all feels possible.