I ran my first mile this morning. It was just as painful as you would expect. My back wouldn’t straighten up, my knees rattled, my feet felt heavy like cement shoes. The turnaround couldn’t come soon enough. My calves felt like they were going to pop every time my foot hit the ground. To say it sucked would be a glorious understatement.
“You expected this,” I said breathlessly to myself. “This is part of the process.” I forced my back upright and staggered onward.
In truth, this was more like mile number 790. But even experienced runners can have another first mile…
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