I can't complain about finishing 19th in my age bracket. I know I've never placed in the top 17%.
50k this weekend. I am already a stressed out, hopeless mess. The terrain is technically easy. The distance was intended to be part of my training for a 50 miler.
I have lost sight of the finish line; I don't know up from down and the world seems to spin just when I think I've found a handle.
Forward, forward, forward. Wherever that might be, I can only choose to try or not try.