I ran today. Not a lot, but enough for me. I did 440 m in about 4.5 minutes and I was just trying out my pedometer not trying to run. I might just get this. I ran after a pep talk from my amazing spouse. She is my best friend. I needed the pep talk because of the wall. I hit the wall and it hurt. It is 4 feet tall and at the moment I am not capable of getting over it. It makes me angry. It makes me feel weak. It makes me feel ashamed. I can get over the 3.5 foot wall with relative ease, though. There are so many hurtles that I began to feel sorry for myself. My friend made me feel better about things and that us when I went on the run. I will die trying, but I will not quit.
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