Yesterday, my time was 9:48.
Today, my time was...
14 seconds faster, although I felt like I was going slower today.
The two sided battle in my mind (stop or keep going, quit or push harder) started much quicker today than yesterday.
When I told a good friend about how excited I was that I finished a whole mile without quitting in 9:48 yesterday, I got a response that went something like this:
Skeptical face over my excitement.
"Really? That's kind of slow I thought."
End conversation.
What started off feeling like a huge accomplishment suddenly made me self conscious and embarrassed.
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