I struggled for well over half the run and, in the last mile, I realized that I had gone into "grimace-face" mode. That would be when the left part of my mouth starts to do the Billy Idol thing.
I guarantee you, I had none of the swagger and all of the "dear lord, what's wrong with her" going on. Yep, that was me...struggling.
Moral of the story: Keep going until you're done.
|Maybe someday I'll be clever enough to create an image of something.|