Normally, I can just start running, let my mind wander, and trust that my body will just keep going. I know I'm tired when I find myself standing on the street corner thinking: "Oh, right. I'm running."
Today was one of those runs where the risk if letting the mind wander was that the body would just stop going forward.
It's indicative of how hard both Mac and I have been running for the last few months and why there have been so few blog entries. We're all good, just pooped.
