Well I got round my mile-and-a-bit circuit again this morning, but it wasn't any easier. My tissue grasped in my glove was one of my most important pieces of kit this morning.
It reminds me of my first marathon back in 1988, when I suffered through the last ten miles of the route telling myself that I must run to the next lamppost, then I'd allow myself to walk. Then I'd tell myself the same thing again.
Isn't it funny how we can fool our minds with such obvious tricks?
I guess it's about making small commitments and then recommitting again, and again, and again.
Is that the secret of success?
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