Miles.

A certain someone used my iPod as a "phone." And lost it.

I won't name names, but the C-Bear is lucky she is so dang sweet.

I snagged a great deal at Costco yesterday (thanks T!) and am back in business.

Five miles of business, actually. Five miles of running hard to music that is rock, pop, old and new.

Five miles of a clear head. Sweat. Accomplishment.

Someone told me the other day (when remarking about working out), 

"Whatever you do, just don't stop. You need this. Don't give it up..."

So, the voice in my head (last night while running) went something like this:

Not giving up. 

(What is this song?! Fast forward.)

Not giving up.

(Who put this playlist together? It's brilliant! Repeat song.)

Not giving up.

(Need to burn this for my sister.)

Not giving up.

(I could run forever to this song.)

Not giving up.

(This song does not make the cut. Fast forward.)

Not giving up.

(The running skirt is okay but I miss my normal stuff.)

Not giving up.

(I wonder if I am breathing loudly? Can't hear anything over the music.)

Not giving up.

(When was the last time I ran for 5 miles?)

Not giving up.

(Can't wait to do it again tomorrow.)

NOT GIVING UP.