It's been about a week since my last update, and I have gone running a grand total of two times. I could go over a whole host of excuses, mainly involving my love of sleeping in and my innate talent for overbooking myself, but I've realized something about that inclination: who cares? I'm pretty sure it's a monster genetically akin to the mutated form of worrying (my other special talent) and serves no greater purpose than to waste time and hot air - like a political ad sponsored by my own MicEnergy-Diversion Super PAC. In fact, I think a thousand baby popples have starved to death just in the time that it took me to write this introspection. Don't let the baby popples die.
Instead, we'll start here: I've noticed a trend developing over the past few runs without my little electro-crutches.... I don't go as far. In fact, I've dropped my distance by about two-thirds. This is perhaps where a prudent person may start to examine various factors that could play into this, and where a maniacally-obsessed analyzer such as myself will chase down every rabbit hole until the path of reasoning tangles into a giant hairball suitable for choking on. I'm going to liberate myself from that dirty task and just chalk it up to mental trickery and outside motivators. My goal is not to run a marathon by the end of the month, it's to learn to like this thing... and I have to say on that note, it still sucks. But hey, I increased my distance a little today. Now it's off to the real races.
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