(N.B. this is not a post about BDSM. Sorry.)
In the field of athletic things, I have a long track record of beating myself up (i.e. the wrong way). It is always “I could have been faster” or “I didn’t leave it all out there” or “I really should lose some weight before I sign up for X, Y, or Z.”
Which made what happened today pretty freaking phenomenal.
Ya’ll – I had a running breakthrough. Continue reading