I ran three miles outside today which gave me cause for celebration. My winter of running on the treadmill had me worried I wouldn’t be ready to run a half marathon in August. One minute of treadmill running feels like a mile. It’s always shocking when I look at the monitor number–it’s never as far as it feels. I am a wimp on the treadmill, so kudos to those of you who do all your training on one. I stand in awe.
There was a second benefit to being able to complete three miles nonstop. It gave me ample time to think and mull over the suggestions I received on my manuscript today. A week and a half ago I submitted the first ten pages of my manuscript to Precision Editing Group and have anxiously awaited their editor’s analysis. It was hard to see all the mistakes pointed out and, of course, I felt misunderstood, etc., etc. During my run I was able to gain some perspective and actually work through some solutions for the highlighted areas of concern. In the end there are only two out of the thirty-one comments that I completely disagree with. So back to work on the remaining twenty-nine!