i've gotta say i'm on my way down
God give me style and give me grace
God put a smile upon my face
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well. it's funny how things work out. i have to say that i'm impressed with the powers that be. even when i'm down and getting those wonderful kicks in the gut, it all ultimately is a learning experience. it's the testing of my mettle. dare me to get up.
you can run a race at full steam and have nothing left at the end...you have to stop. have wickedly painful side stitches, tight calves and burning lungs. you can run a race doing 12 minute miles. you hardly break a sweat, it takes too long to warm up...you end up the same as runner #1. you can do your homework 10 months before the race. condition your muscles, teach them to have stamina, to help you break through the wall of mile 21. you can read/research and try out the right foods/drinks to consume while racing. you can wear the right clothes, the right hat. train in snow and rain, in summer heat and humidity so that weather isn't an issue on race day. finishing painfully is still finishing, but it'll probably be oh so much better, finishing with a slight spring in your step. numbers never matter though...it's all in the prepping baby...the prepping.
runners never buy new anything for race day. it's a damned stupid thing to do.
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i'm at a slow easy jog. i can speed up when i have to, slow down when i want to...i'm in control.
you can join in...i don't bite.
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