I tried to run fast and furious (by my standards) as I had a dinner to get to. I decided I had just enough time to run 2 miles. My motivation was up slightly, the sun was going down, and I felt generally good. The first mile was quick and I felt great. I waved at an elderly lady who was walking by me. She smiled and looked almost as if she was proud of me for running past her.
I silently celebrated when I kept the streak alive. I turned around after the first mile and was on my way home when I started to really lose interest. I began to slow down and wondered why I felt drained after 1.2 miles. Then off in the distance I saw the lady I passed. It was at this point I simply knew I had to lap her. If I gave up and started to walk, I'm not sure I would ever forgive myself. So I started to pick up the pace again and before I realized it I was almost home. I passed an apartment complex by my house where 3 girls were out on their balcony smoking cigarettes. I felt somewhat inspired by that as they looked at me in awe. It was then I realized I'd run pretty fast (closer to 8 minute miles than I typically get) and I was huffing and puffing like I'd just climbed a mountain in that amount of time. I concluded they felt sorry for me.
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