I run until my legs ache, my head gets cloudy, and my vision blurs. Then I turn around and I run back. Simply put, I run because I MUST-it's not that I physically couldn't live without running, it's that I WON'T (mentally, I'd be dead). Runners-and only runners-understand; it's in the idea that when you schedule an 18 mile day, 16 miles just won't cut it.
If my legs give out, my arms will pull me; if my arms give up, my teeth will drag me. It's just my destiny, and it's destiny that makes the root of destination. Success and completion are the only options for us. You see, it's when you get to the point that you're willing to nearly kill yourself WHILE you're running, that makes you realize you'll kill yourself if you DON'T.
Running gives such a sense of ACCOMPLISHMENT too-food and drink taste better, movies and any other "sit around entertainment" feel more deserved, and when people tell you you're crazy? "Yeah... (with a smile) I guess I kind of AM.."
I may give off an air of invincibility. To be honest, I was in excruciating physical pain in the early hours of Sunday. I was totally unprepared. If the race took place a week prior, it would have been better. Since "would have" has never been in my dictionary, I will let results do the talking. One thing I have realised though, after overcoming that kind of pain, my runs after that have been SO much better. I am mentally stronger and actually feel....invincible. Does that make sense?
Anyway, another strong morning. 10.5 miles in 85 minutes followed by 80 sprints along the staircase.
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