During my short six weeks of training, I found that when I had hours on end to think on my longer runs, I would invariably run out of worthwhile topics and start getting creative.
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Now I’m hurting, wondering why I didn’t train on any hills at all—another no-no—and alternately thinking of my roommate’s main motivational tool for me (a hideous evil laugh at my attempt to do this) and the strange characters who keep passing me on the roadway.
3:45 p.m. At some point—I’m not really sure when—Heartbreak Hill begins.
And goes on and on and on.
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