This was the run that I had the biggest mental pressure on. The evil monster in my closet waiting to get me. This morning, the day to face my monster finally arrived. And so it was that I donned my gear, tightly laced my minty shoes, and, twiddling my keys nervously, walked out my front door. I pretty much figured that I would do the best I could, go as far as I could, and then improve on that. Several minutes into the run - more than halfway I knew - I hit the wall. I just didn't have anything else in me. So I pulled out my phone as I ran, preparing to see what time I was going to stop at - only to find that I had 15 seconds left of the run. I hung in there and finished the whole 20 minutes run. Monster sent back to the closet in disgrace for now. I'm so pleased. I even slightly improved my pace (I ran 2.25k during that 20 minutes at 8:51/km average speed). Slow, but I don't care. I even got a "Good for you!" from a passerby. So happy!!!!
And according to my tag, I'm mental. Lol. I resemble that remark.