I took French all through high school and college. I still can't speak the language worth a damn, but I started thinking about this book we read in Intermediate French called Huis-clos. Roughly translated it means "no exit" and there is this line that I still haven't forgotten years later because it resonated so deeply with me. The author wrote, "L'enfer, c'est les autres." Basically it means "Hell is others." In college, I totally agreed with Sartre, mainly because I had a series of awful suitemates who made my life miserable, but this morning in the middle of my run I realized that hell is not other people. Hell is every last bitch hill that pops up in the middle of what would otherwise be a pleasant run. But I digress.
This morning I got up bright and early and knocked out a couple of miles. I have only been running for a few months and I'm still trying to build my speed and distance. I know that an average pace of 12:24 is turtle slow to most runners, but for me it is a huge accomplishment to run a sub 13 minute mile since I could barely run a full minute when I started. It's all about the small victories. Now if I could just convince myself to get off the couch and go get my car fixed we would have a full on Saturday morning win.