I beat my best pace today and went down from 6:35 min/km to 6:27 min/km.
I know it’s far from impressive but I’m proud of myself. I’m improving. I’m moving. I’m making progress.
My daily run is a metaphor for my life: painful, tiring, sometimes disappointing, sometimes rewarding. And… I don’t know why I keep going, I just do it. That’s all, no real reason: I just keep going.
