It's over a week now since Rocky Raccoon, and already it seems an age ago. This is usually about the time that I start revisiting promises to never run that distance again, but not this time. I think my days of running 100 milers really are done.
Or maybe it's just because I've been going non-stop since I got back. All the usual stuff is still going on - father-in-law mean as ever, still fighting school closures, still under the threat of layoffs. Oh, and let's add a new one - we appear to have a massive water leak somewhere under the house.
Whoop whoop.
So no, I'm not really thinking about running.
Well, not much.
Well, maybe just a little.
Well, actually there is a little number that has started floating around my head - 6:52.
Why 6:52? Well if you multiply that by 26.2, it translates to a very ambitious goal for next fall.
Hey, I can dream right?
Maybe I'll take that number and dream all the way to San Antonio or White Rock.
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2 comments:
Isn't it funny how sometimes we can feel like an outside spectator of our multi-faceted lives. But, dreaming is how it all begins.
Yep, dreaming is the first step to believing the impossible is possible.
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