Many Miles

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Mother is training for a half marathon and this morning ran 12 miles. When she came back from her run, she barely looked tired. Mother is a badass. She asked Boy, “Do you remember how many miles I ran?”

“Eight?” Asked Boy.

“More than that,” answered Mother.

“Eighty?”

Oh Boy. That’s an example of all or nothing thinking.

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