Considered the lessons from this afternoon’s run while making do with remnants: I will go out too fast. Drop my shoulders, drop my arms, drop my hands, shorten my stride. It’s all about pace at this point. Stay on top of my breath. Slow down long enough to get it back. I can’t live by my watch alone. At some point these external markers will have to give way. End every run excited to see my shoes in the morning. Consistent effort in a single direction makes steady and incremental change, turns out it’s my favorite kind. Like me running outside for half an hour and liking it.

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