Not Quite 20 Miles

Today I planned to complete my first in preparation for Boston 20 mile run. Triumphantly, of course. Unfortunately, things do not always work out as planned. I felt sluggish at the start, and hit a wall at 14. (Or is it THE wall?) After 17 miles, I was running purely on self pride. After 18 miles, I only ran because I did not want to walk home. The final result—19.72 miles.

I kept coming back to the subject of car thieves shopping in CVS, which made me mad, which in turn made me run faster. Maybe I can blame the thieves for my inability to complete the mileage. On the other hand, I am convinced, that as bad I as felt on my run today, chemotherapy feels at least 100 times worse.