This was supposed to an easy run. We’re in the lovely taper phase of our training. We run shorter distances. We give our bodies a chance to rest up and strengthen before the big day. We relax a little. Yet here I was, struggling as if it were January and I was just starting again. I wanted to stop at every block. My legs were literally lead weights. My breath and heart rate were way too fast. But I didn’t stop. I kept going. And that’s how I know I’ve learned to run. It was almost as if stopping wasn’t an option no matter how much my body wanted to stop and turn around. And while I know there will be more tough runs, I also know that there will be more good runs too. I also know that come race day, these bad runs will be a distant memory when I cross that finish line. T-minus two weeks.