These are the thoughts in my head as I run my usual 4.2 mile route three to five times a week.
Mile 0 to .5 - I should try to go 5 miles today
Mile .5 to 1 - I could go 6 miles today, no problem. *Note: I'm going downhill here*
Mile 1 to 2 - Maybe just 5 miles today. *Note: A few inclines along this portion of the route*
Mile 2 to 3 - Yeah 4 miles is good for today. *Note: The inclines continue*
Mile 3 to 3.5 - Three fourths of the way done, I'm tired, I hate this, why do I do this, don't be a baby, I should have at least tried for five miles today, speed up a little, weenie!
Mile 3.5 to 3.8 - I'm never speaking to Skinny Bitch again! *Note: Huge fucking hill here!*
Mile 3.8 to 4.2 - Oh thank you Baby Jesus, I'm almost home, please don't let me die here in the street... *Glare over at Skinny Bitch's house as I limp and pant my way up to my porch.*