*Panting like a dog* I breathe in and out; my breaths getting short, my strides growing longer, my speed increasing...closer, closer, I hit my stopping point. I take one huge sigh. GASP. I look at Strava only to be disappointed. I felt like I was running fast. I certainly felt as though my lungs were…Read more I’m more comfortable judging people behind their backs.
First I must say, if anyone tells you that he or she doesn't have bad or tough runs, you better have an extinguisher with you, because their pants are undoubtedly on fire, because they're liars. You can't have good runs without bad runs. And everyone has good runs. So in turn, everyone has bad runs.…Read more Bad Runs Humble You