This was the absolute hardest and slowest run I've done in awhile. The sand was not packed, so I was basically sinking in quicksand the entire time.
My quads were completely on fire and I kept tripping. I'm pretty certain that is what hell feels like.
I only went 2.5 miles, but it felt like 10 on the legs and the lungs.
When I was done, however, it felt magical. Once my legs stopped burning and my breathing went back to normal, I felt like I had conquered the world. Why? Because I didn't give up. I kept trudging through the sand and only turned around at the halfway point. I was reminded that I can do hard things.
We all can.
Happy August! How did you celebrate the first day?