Right foot forward: “Tear down the wall.” Actually, it is not really at mile twenty but somewhere in the nether land that sits between twenty and say twenty five or so. You know it when it happens. That point when it starts to hurt. I mean really hurt. Not the dull aches and pains of a nice easy training run, oh no, no, no, none of that here. This is when it HURTS. First thoughts turn to the shoes.
Left foot forward: “Tear down the wall.” It must be the shoes, I mean what the fuck, I have been in them for hundreds of miles and now they suddenly decide to break down on me? Then again it could be the socks. Why am I wearing socks anyway? I hate socks. Real runners don’t wear socks. If I could just sit down for a few minutes I can take them off and everything will be fine.
Right foot forward: “Tear down the wall.” Who is going to know? A fat guy passes me. Unbelievable, my world is crumbling before my eyes. My shins hurt. No, wait a second it is my knee, my right knee, just above the shin and below the cap. This is SERIOUS people. I think I am doing some really serious damage here. I might injure a nerve or something and have to stop by the medical tent. Maybe I could sit down for a while.
Left foot forward: “Tear down the wall.” What if I have to limp around for the rest of my life? Is it really worth it? I need to take a leak. I have had so much water because it is supposed to be hot but it is not that hot and now I risk going into some “water-overload-shock thing” that I just finished reading about in Runners World. I think the guy died. Can it get any worse? Oh man, I am walking.
Right foot forward: “Tear down the wall.” I thought I was running but it turns out I am walking. No big deal. Don’t panic. I’ll just stare straight down at the ground and try to focus: “Get your shit together man, get it together.” Someone asks me if I am “OK”. Freak, yes I am “OK”, I am in the zone can’t you see that? Am I “OK”? What kind of stupid-fucking-question is that?
Left foot forward: “Tear down the wall.” I would swear I am running but I seem to have stopped altogether. Did I say 4 hours? I meant to say 4:20. No really, I have been training for a 4:22 marathon all summer. A 4:27 to be exact. You know time really doesn’t matter to me anyway. It is just…
Right foot forward: “Tear down the wall.”
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