Some runs are long, some are short. Some are fast, but most are slower for me these days. Today’s 6.1-mile mother, long for my less-conditioned body, almost exacted a double calf strain, but not quite. No, not today. Today I win.
Runners always know what’s at the end of the road. Satisfaction in success, disappointment in failure and soul-crushing defeat in having to quit. But always the right to look back up the road and silently say, “I *did* that.”