Yesterday on my run I wanted to quit. I didn’t think I could keep going so I quit. I was a mile away from home and still had almost 2 miles left of my 6 so I started walking and in my mind I was going home. I texted my husband. “I don’t think I can finish babe.” His reply “Where are you at with it?”. I knew he was asking where I was physically, but he was also trying to get an idea of where my mind was and if I was okay (it was REALLY hot out). By the time I typed that I was