Coaxed Eights

[Sweder]

That's a seriously dangerous post to revisit, more so for us retired marathonaholics. The realisation that time really doesn't matter, even though you convinced yourself it did. That it's the all-too-personal mental and physical challenge, the introspective battle, irrespective of pace or finishing demeanour, that feeds the desperate runner's soul.

Get thee behind me, Satan. It's all I can do to get out the door just now.