I had a decent 6 mile run this morning. However, on the last huge hill at the end of my run I felt myself starting to fade.
When my kids don't listen to me or tell me no, I ask them, "Who am I?" They know to answer "Mama," which means they have to do as I say.
On the hill I thought of all the training I've done, all my strength-training, all my runs. Then in my head I said to myself, "Who are you?" And I answered, "I am a bad-ass mutha-fucka! I got this!" And repeat.
I made it up that hill with energy left to sprint all the way to my house.
Who am I?
Hehe.
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