Oops, I did it again.
When I told my brother about it he said, “why did you do it again?”
I did it again because it is an amazing feat. An accomplishment. A real pushing-my-body-to-the-limit.
Steve did it with me this year. It was nice to have someone know the pain and agony but also the feat and the victory.
And this year, although I was ten minutes slower, I placed third.
I’m a year older, I’m not training for a marathon.I’m more sleep-deprived. But I can still conquer that fucking hill. 24 times. But this year, I didn’t go into work afterward. I took a bath and a nap. Gotta know your limits.