I missed the running group. I pulled up just as they were leaving and there was no hope of me catching up. I got really down on myself -- why was I late, why wasn't I prepared, of course this would happen to me.
And then I brushed it aside. Now just wasn't the right time. And I went and I ran 5 miles on the trail while snow flurries were falling and it was beatuful and invigorating. And I went five miles. For an hour. I did it. And that's something to be proud of.
And I am. I'm glad I went by myself, I'm glad I accomplished what I did.
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