As of today, I have successfully completed three runs. (The second run wasn't worth noting - I think I ran the same distance, just in the opposite direction - intentionally, mind you.) What happened today though, I am proud to share publicly with you, my loyal readers.
After my second run past the pier and a floating crane, I learned that my co-workers run well past this landmark, and run about twice as far. How disappointing to know that I only ran half their distance. Then when I asked where the stopped, they replied, "We didn't stop. We ran back when we hit..." (I blanked out on what was said because at this point in my mind I realized I only ran a quarter of the distance that they ran, because I stop for a 5 minute plus rest at my halfway point.)
So today I ventured out with this depressing distance calculation in mind. I started my run, and tried not to think too hard about how tired I was getting so quickly. And I ran, until I hit the public restroom and the crepe place, which was thankfully closed so late in the evening. (This, faithful readers, was my stopping point as I had mentioned in my previous post.) What I did here, I can hardly believe even now that I would even consider, much less accomplish. I ran the trail the long way around the crepe place, and turned back along the path I came from. I ran with the determination to reach my starting point, without stopping... and I made it. Today I doubled my original running distance, and still retained consciousness without falling down, even once.
While others run marathons across all five boroughs, across cities and states, I personally ran past the distance of the crepe stand, and now that I know that can be done, I'm going to got further every chance I get.
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