Barely winded (due to it being the start of my run), I was headed up a steep hill in an unfamiliar neighborhood. A man stood outside, watering his yard (kudos to him for watering in the morning!). As I ran towards him, he made sure to point the hose away from me. He called out, “You’re halfway there!”
This wasn’t true at all. I was maybe 1/5 of the way there. All the same, those last 4/5’s felt like cake.
Maybe if I’d opened my mouth, they’d have tasted like cake, too.