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The hills at the park are killing my running stamina. Who knew two measly little mole hills could make such a difference when you're used to running on flat ground?

I feel like I'm going at a snail's pace, but I give myself little pep talks while I run that make me feel better. Hell, I'm running at least right? Much better than sitting on my can in front of the television.

So after tonight's super slow run I come home and go to get in the shower. When I looked in the bathroom mirror it occurred to me that I must be running at lightning fast speed. Speed that is so fast it makes things around you seem to move slower.

What could have brought me to this conclusion? I had two bugs plastered, dead on my forehead.