“Somewhere around mile twenty, it hit me. Instead of a wall, I found the truth…I looked at those who, like me, were running in measured strides. I saw the look of determination in their faces. I saw the roll of twenty miles of fighting against an uncooperative body, I saw the strain of overcoming years of failure. I saw it in them, and they saw it in me.”
Daily Archive for March 10th, 2007
My breathing. I like to listen to it. That’s why I don’t wear a mini-disc player or anything like that. I’d rather listen to me. My breathing is there for the same reason my running is. To remind me I’m alive.
Well, at least for today’s run I was. I worried about this run all morning and early afternoon. I told Lumpy that perhaps my running strategy should be to work myself into a panic before every run. I ran 10 miles at about an 8:30. I feel like I redeemed myself a little today. On to tomorrow. 20.
