Today I ran harder and longer and with fewer walking breaks than I've ever run before. It wasn't technically all that exciting - I did 3 miles in 34 minutes. But I started and finished with a five minute walk and ran 20 minutes at a six-mile per hour pace. When that first 30 minutes was up, I didn't feel quite horrible enough yet, so I punched the pace up to that eight-minute mile goal and lasted another two minutes at a full run.
It took another 34 minutes for me to stop sweating afterward and my chest still hurts when I breathe, but I really needed to kick my own ass today. I'm working through some grief, apparently. And it's funny because I didn't quite realize that's what it was until I just wrote it.
Sweat or tears. Either way, I'm getting it out of my system.