With every additional mile I am surprised by the excuses I seem to come up with for stopping.
With every additional mile I am encouraged by my ability to discount those excuses.
With every additional mile I am amazed by my body's ability to keep going.
With every additional mile I am delighted that my legs keep going, even though they've not yet covered this distance in a single run.
On Saturday another battle of wills took place. I challenged my stack of excuses to a nine mile run.
I won.
