jog along the sidewalk toward the school for 30 minutes, then turn around
and jog back. I jogged out for 18 minutes, then decided to turn
around. But after about 6 more minutes, I gave up and started walking
instead.
I feel no guilt or shame over my failure to meet my goal. I
discovered that I could not do it. I know that I probably could have
pushed myself harder, but I did not feel like it. In my mind, my
performance is simply a fact about my endurance and running ability,
with no moral content.
This incident does a lot to explain why I am a happy person, and why I
don't accomplish very much.
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