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Ironic Woman

25 October 2011
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On Sunday evening, when I decided to stop the training plan and postpone my race, I was feeling good.  I was making tough choices for the right reasons. What a grown-up I was being, how sensible and measured. How, dare I say, smug.

Last night I ran home from work. I mean, RAN home from work. Like a bullet from a gun. Like a rat from a trap. Like a person who could run a really fast 10k time.

Hmm.

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