yesterday (thursday) i was feeling utter crap. my nose was running like a leaky faucet, i was sweating yet feeling cold. i thought of throwing in the towel and curling up in bed instead of going for my run as scheduled. but somehow, i dragged myself through the door and to the track.
managed to log in a 14.14km run and 4km of bike.
of all my runs, yesterday's one was probably the absolute worst, the most horrible, most torturous one. i tell you i was going through every level of hell, suffering and cursing. but do i regret going ahead and whopping my arse as bad as i did?
because yesterday i learned again ; no matter how much you think you can't go on anymore, you can. you always can.
so much more than you imagine.