I rested today, a part of training, that takes little credit. I iced the legs and thought about the miles/kilometers on them. Maybe the odometer jammed along the way, the little mechanism broke along the road to fitness. Tomorrow on the track, I will slam the odometer - wake it up like our old black and white Tv that dared to act up in the middle of the only show (what was the name again ???). Who cares, I am here on the undulating road to fitness where the sign is like a mirage on the desert - so close yet so far. Am I hallucinating?
Track tomorrow 9:30 ish. You know where?
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