The day after posting "Three Kinds of Good," I had a run that felt far from good.

I had recently signed up for a marathon and was following a pretty stringent training schedule. That day I was supposed to run seven miles easy, with seven strides.

The whole seven miles it never felt easy. I struggled with form. My legs felt heavy. Everything felt like a struggle.

I guess what is good, even what is good in itself, doesn't always feel good. If we went by feelings we'd always do what is pleasurable rather than what is good.