mile one: …it’s so cold!…legs – why are you defying me?…there’s so much lint on my running pants…
mile two: …it’s so hot!…tall…strong core…spring off the balls of my feet…i smell bacon…
mile three: …
mile four: …
mile five: …i’ve never had a pot brownie before, but i wonder if it would make me feel this good…joy!…hello, world!!…
mile six:…it’s over?…
jane in training 
…”i smell bacon”?…
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you smell it, too??!!
oh, i slay myself…lucky is the man who – wait, i already used that line in my last post.
i run through a touristy area with restaurants and such, so morning runs are bacon-licious!
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i can’t get past mile one 🙂
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in my opinion, the first mile is the hardest! there is all sorts of garbage in my head, my breathing is labored – it’s like i’ve never run before. ever. once you build up and get through that first mile, it gets better. keep going!
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