Friday run

And so on Friday I was tired. Tired as hell. My legs were tired, but my throat was tireder. Dry, sore, worn. Still, I ran. Granted, I couldn't run the 4 minute km past two minutes. But I managed to move for 25 minutes.

I was not inspired. I was not with energy. Despite this, I ran. I was powerful. And I did so.

The marathon is in 12 weeks. It is near enough.

Tomorrow is the big run.