In a couple weeks I'm running another half marathon. I've done very little training, which terrifies me a bit. A few days ago I decided I needed to at least get in a 10 mile run to prove to myself I can do it.
To run the 606 from our place, running there, running the whole thing, running home totals a bit over 6 miles. That's about as far as I've run this season.
As I passed the midway point, I remembered why running has always been my therapy. I started feeling really annoyed about things. Then around miles 6-7-8 I was fighting back tears. By mile 9 I felt great. Clarity. Perspective.
I know I can do it now.