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I ran yesterday and it was 180 degrees opposite of my previous run. They should have been switched. Almost immediately after I started, I was feeling the burn and the pain and the labored breathing. I wanted to quit at the quarter mile mark.

I was able to overcome my desire to give up and made the full mile. But it was tough. I had to continually push myself to make small goals.

"Just make it to the corner and then I'll stop."

"Okay, I passed the corner and I'm not dead yet. I'll go to the light post."

"If I can make it to the White House, then I'll walk."

"I'm practically home. Keep going."

Of course, my internal dialog had a lot more expletives in between sucking for air.