Thursday, 28 February 2013

Oh that was an awful run.

Thumping along the streets of Silverstream, gasping for air and
sweating like a truffle pig.

If I didn't have Nicky running next to me I would have dropped to the ground and cried.

But I had Nicky there. So I finished the run. In not a lot of style and finesse. But I finished. It didn't beat me.

We all have it in us to finish. And it's the run that you do when you didn't want to run that makes you strong.