must be insane
It's spring in New Mexico and I must be out of my mind.
I can run about ten miles without drama... not without effort, not without strain, but without feeling overwhelmed. Ten. Not 13, not 16, not 19, and certainly not 26.
I ran 19 once and it took me half a day. I have had a backache for a quarter year now. I have a cold, again, which I ascribe to sheer exhaustion.
And I just signed up for a marathon.