I didn't want to run. But Nicky was waiting. And I can't bail on the run. It's not what we do. It's not an option.
So we ran. 8ks of hills. It was slow. It was tough. And I wanted to cry. Cry like when I was a little girl and could cry as much as I wanted because crying was like breathing. Remember that? When we were kids and we cried heaps. Some times a couple of times a day. But we don't cry any more that we're grown ups.
And anyway... I couldn't actually breathe on that run so I couldn't actually cry. Even if I wanted too. And I did want too.
The run is done. The. Run. Is. Done.