A week before this race I decided with the added time on my hands with a micro taper I would go through some files, do some filing and look at some old papers.
Found a browned, water marked piece of writing I have kept with me for many years. It's a trip, like running.. enjoy.
San Francisco marathon would be the acid test on double ankle sprain recovery management from two twists in early May. Check out what the Adidas Takumi felt like over 26.2? Lastly get a good baseline on general enduro fitness moving forward. A marathon will tell you.
Of course I often wonder about the compulsion to run? But the last sentence rings true. For me, it brings great clarity.
You think of life as nothing. Just a catacomb in time. And time will not stop until, the sun no longer shines.
The universe is empty. It's boundaries are unclear. But the difference between time and space, cannot be solved with fear.
Blown away across the sky. Beyond the endless sea. Infinity. Looking for the door of time. For the key.
Blown away across the sky. Through the galaxy. Blown away. Lost in space. Longing to be free.
Your dreams run rampant. Through your mind. Suddenly lost to time.