Sunday Bloody Sunday


I went fourth with no idea of what to expect. The only objective I had was honesty.

I’ve long believed, that the fundamental pillar of this test known as endurance sport, is truth. For the moment you begin to lie, to fabricate, or create a weak foundation, the entire structure upon which you invested your total energies into, implodes.

I maintained at the head of the pack for the duration of my run. Aside from a few illnesses, outside of my own jurisdiction, it was consistent.

The leg held up well, proved tough and resilent in the most challenging and taxing of terrain and climbs. The taper begins tomorrow, and I am ready.

There is no expectation for tomorrow morning, aside from delayed onset muscle soreness.

George Sheehan once wrote that you can’t just take a shower anytime you wish.
I have long held, that I refuse to shave my lip area when I don’t run. After a brief cat-nap, breakfast, and a shower soon thereafter, I can shave.




So now, I go fourth to my civilian duties, ready to rise up to tomorrow’s challenge.
In short, it has been several weeks since I suffered as much as I did today.

And I am learning to dig deeper, than I have ever before.