The night before the race, late. Too late to write; too late to sleep.
If only you knew,
How often I think of you . . .
How many sleepless nights,
How many thoughts per hour, day, week . . .
If I had time to write all my thoughts, I’d have written a book by now — a blog post a day, maybe two.
Instead my thoughts are scattered; my time, full.
I’m off on adventures, trying to forget you,
Looking for the day I no longer think of you.
After all, you’ve forgotten me.
(A bunch of poetic lines, just erased, which didn’t rhyme or have a real place.)
Yes, somehow I’ll get through.
I’ll find the new me,
I’ll find a way . . .
But I’ll always miss you.
I’m running Ragnar Tennessee this weekend with a group of friends and acquaintances from college. The race covers the nearly 200 miles between Chattanooga and Nashville, with each team member covering three legs totaling anywhere from 14 to 21(ish) miles each. It’s an overnight race. You don’t stop until you reach your destination. It’s going to be cold. It might thunderstorm. It’s going to be exhausting. It’s going to be fun.
When in doubt, pedal (or run) it out. It’s always worked for me!
(Hope all of you out there are gearing up for a good weekend — and hopefully get more rest than me!)