But it’s a little girl with a rock. How much luck do you think the White Rook is going to have here?
Yeah, me neither.
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I have acquired an epic set of blisters on my right foot pinkie toe and may end up missing a run this week to give it time to heal a little more.
Yesterday’s fourteen-miler was an interesting one in that physically, I was pretty fine, barring the blisters. Yes, as I got to the last three miles, I was feeling *tired*. But that wasn’t what was eating me.
It was all the bullshit in my head.
It’s amazing the crap judgments we run on ourselves. Yesterday, it was all about how I wasn’t running fast enough, never mind the blisters, never mind that I ache like an old lady, it didn’t matter. Every time someone passed me, the Critic in the head would start up on how we should speed up, we were going too slow, yadda yadda yadda…
In comparison to what?
The part of me that knows better came back very quickly thankfully with, “According to whom?”
So here’s this last run’s lesson.
This isn’t a speed race. It’s an endurance race. The point is to *finish*. And this is true about so many damn things. Who the fuck cares if you get there first? Because I have news for you. Someone’s already been there first. ALWAYS. But not everyone finishes.
Slow doesn’t matter.
And right now? As of yesterday, I ran more than half a marathon. The Critic can suck it.