you can rely on fitness and training to get you through the first 20...months of pushing your ass to the limit. months of eating right, hydrating enough, and wearing the right kind of socks... you don't think. you just do. and keep doing. until the last 6.2

then all bets are off.

it's pure will taking over. pure desire. fire in the gut. and voices yelling through the megaphone all in your head. you don't feel your legs anymore. you don't feel the pain in your heels. the million faces blur into one and the mantra takes over...go. go. go.

i feel like i've been running those last 6.2 my whole life.
over and over....i work hard, get to just about where i want to be, then off goes the gun and it's a grueling last 6.2. i find myself in the middle of a tornado, hurricane, mental, physical & financial roadblocks. and i'm alone running those damned last 6.2...

and i'm amazed. at how much stress my body, my mind can take. i get crushed professionally, personally, and somehow bounce back, find my legs on automatic, my mind chanting the mantra without skipping a beat...

i'm running another 6.2...closer than ever to goals that years of working, struggling, fighting have brought me. and here i find myself having to run to and from the moon before i can reach out an arms length and open the door to step into a world i belong in...a place...home.