My heart booms in my chest and my lungs heave. My feet pound the ground. My brain is tired and my muscles ache. My muscles scream as I tear up a hill. My lungs scream as I race down a hill.
My brain screams at me to stop. And I dearly want to. More than usually. But I shove my body into the race. I force my mind onto the one thing that can give me the passion to keep going.
And apparently it worked. 21:35, almost a PR. Now i gotta beat will and gabe.
And I also gotta get off.
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Where the water flows across so many well-worn cobblestones
1 comment:
you will you will you will! don't worry. i can relate.
and that's how im going to feel on saturday.
wait.
saturday is tomorrow isn't it.
crap.
i think its hurts me being nervous almost as much as actually running.
well. maybe not.
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