The best part of my run was when I got the trots. Yup. Always an adventure. Looping back towards a park where there is a bathroom, I started getting increasingly concerned about how much further it was. My legs felt like lead and my stomach was not happy. Trying to gauge how much longer I had, I glanced down at my Garmin to see this:
A little trick I used to get through the run was something I've mentioned before. Smile! Every time I felt a grimace across my face I would force a smile. So simple, but it really works. You can't help but end up with a real smile. Especially if you start with a goofy smirk:
|Don't try this around small children.|
They might cry.