Friday, August 17, 2012

No Word Of A Lie

The other night I was pressing myself to finish the last mile of my last hard workout before this weekends race.  My suffer quotient was pretty high and my determination was is locked in and gritty.  It was about 10:30 at night and the only sounds were my footfalls, breath, and the hum of the cicadas.  Then I heard it....

...about .2 mi from my finish... I climbed the final hill towards the car...

Out of the darkness, a single...


A kindred spirit cheering me on from the duck pond.

(You can't make this stuff up.)

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