11/10/11
That middle part, where the legs get all rubbery right before funk and junk start to mix into cramps hampering turnover. That’s where it hits, right there in the middle, an all too real thought of giving up. This sort of ridiculous idea of stopping is an almost ironic response to the forceful drive of getting over that finish line. Regardless, it comes, and being aware of it is a good thing. Being able to prepare for that hit of false steps allows a pushing through of doubt and right into striking distance of the finish.
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