For once I am horrified that work was over. I have to leave. So I reluctantly put on my workout gear and slowly walked out the door. Head hung low. I shivered and cursed the cold weather. I almost quit so many times riding out to where I wanted to do a trail run. The slush sprayed my face and cars whizzed by inches from killing me. I hated it outside. I just wanted to go home. The intervals up the trail were not much better. But slowly one by one they improved my attitude. Sure they were killing me and resting I could barely stand. But as I done the last one I did not have the same dreaded feelings as before. I was out here and I endured. Endured enough to finally come to terms. And to enjoy the sights on the way down. Another successful workout.
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