I woke up with a mild case of something (undiagnosed) which cannot stop me. I rise with the ungangly ache of the achillies yet charge down the stairs. I walk to work, get my gear and pound the ground - not in anger but in determination. So, is it worth it? Time will tell, the body will yell and gravity may hold it all together.
How do you survive your injuries? Today, I ran a tempo ran broken into 4 undetermined intervals: 8, 3, 3, 2, 1 - maybe, that is my lucky number. What is yours?
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