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It really doesn't matter does it? How fast you go today.
What matters is that you ran.

Got home from work today. Put on my shoes. And sighed. Cos I know it's going to be a slow run. I'm slow at the moment. I don't know why. I just am. But then I had this glorious thought... Who cares how fast or how slow I go. I'll be bloody chuffed at the end of this run. Chuffed that I actually ran.

So I started slow. Like really slow. As in... It took 14 minutes to run the first two Ks. Didn't care. Felt fit. Felt happy. Felt light.
The last two Ks? Took just over 10 minutes. Did actually care about that.
Cos that is AWESOME.

So yep... I do actually care about the time. I want to be better. I want to go faster. I want to be leaner.

But more than anything... I want to run.

More than anything.

So I ran.

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If you are struggling to stay on track know this... You are so close. So close to success. So close. You just can't see it. That's why it feels so far away.
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