I did my 18 miler this past weekend. Yes, my schedule is a little off. 20 this next weekend. No rest for the weary.
Well, it was a tough run. The heat was increasing. The Sun was present. And I managed to set up a mental battle for myself. That was the kicker. I fought it. And I finally had to give up the weather ninja and get all Jedi. Yeah, I had to face myself and…well…I wasn’t really winning. Perhaps shades of Paris were dwelling in my soul. (I know–FORGET PARIS!) I tired to defeat the inner Weather Ninja that just wanted 30-40°F less…whatever…
It wasn’t working. I tried to call upon Yoda JoeJer, (yeah, all’ya’all need to read the old stuff) but he was not there to help me. (And that is OK.) I tried all my silly little Jedi Mind Games. They finally got me to the point of meeting up with Sally. Master Sally, that is…
Yes, Master Salley, accept your fate…
She pulled me through my last four six miles. I really appreciate it. You pushed me when I needed to be pushed. “Do or do not…there is no try.”
I’m trying to look forward to the 20 this weekend…
Forget Paris!!! I’m glad you were able to conquer this run. Let’s see what 20 has in store for us…. ;)
Yeah, Master Sally! I need one like you here….
Wow, I’m feeling really popular right now!