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Running shoes, headphones, music playing, and out the door.  Running, but not too fast.  Pace yourself.  Feet pounding on the road one after the other, left then right.  Muscles tight from days of running.  Off the gravel and onto the pavement.  Muscles warmer, it's getting easier. 

Four miles today.  That's a long run.  The end of the first mile is approaching.  Breathing in and out, maintaining the pace is getting harder.  After a mile the running slows briefly to a walk.  After a minute, breathing recovered, the pace quickens again.  Four miles? Is that too far?

The end of mile two is coming up quickly now.  Time to turn back.  A short walk again and it's back to running.  Faster now as the end gets closer.  The third mile comes to an end.  That one seemed easier.

After a quick walk break the fourth mile is already in progress.  Push yourself, you can go faster.  Running, out of breath, is the pace too fast?  The end is close now.  A few more minutes and the run is finished.  Four miles done.  Tomorrow will be faster.

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