it was just one of those days. i didn't wanna get out of my warm bed on a cold, december morning. but i forced myself to anyway.
i threw on my shoes, kicked out the door, and ran 8 miles as fast as i could, which ended up being about 6:40 per mile pace. but with just 1200 meters to go, i was quickly dying. going that fast for that long is something i'd never done before.
out of water, out of gels, out of gas... i resolved to give up and just walk to the eight mile marker.
then this song sprang on my zune.
i fucking blitzed to the end. in that moment of defeat, i found one last inspiration.
static-fucking-x.
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