time to head south-
bags are packed. I cannot go back and change any of my training. all that is left is to pin my number on and perform the way I've always performed. with more efficiency. this is not an ultra marathon. this is not a race I aspire just to complete. there is no trail, and no track. just one long, straight sprint from A to B that I've done ten times before on this familiar course. it is not scenic. but the city streets are full the entire length of crowds watching all forty thousand of us pass.
it's just a run. and every year I make it to the finish faster than I ever did before. I only race against myself.
because that's all there is.
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