But that's something I've learned about running. It's not perfect. There are off days, weeks, months and races. Sometimes things don't go your way. And sometimes you just feel like shit.
But there's a distinct difference between runners and everyone else: runners run though the pain. They keep going. Because they know in the end, things will change. Things will turn around. Things will get better. And then you'll have The Perfect Run where everything falls into place and you feel like you're flying.
Running with Toby has taught me a lot about myself and who I am as a runner. Toby doesn't care how fast we go. Toby doesn't care how many times we have to stop so he can go to the bathroom. Toby doesn't care what our final time is. He runs because he can. And now I run because I can. Because I am physically able, and I have no reason not to.
Come October, when I cross that finish line, that will be my third half marathon in 14 months. And while a lot of people run more or have better times than what I've accumulated, I don't care. I'm so proud of myself I could burst.