I am in Houston Hobby airport. I got here early because there are usually long lines to check bags and get thru security. So I have been walking around the Southwest terminal. It is 900 steps per lap. I know this because I have a pedometer issued by my work place. The goal is 10,000 steps per day.
I am up to 5,153 today.
But wait, I am starting a 24 hour race tomorrow. I shouldn't be walking at all! I'll get to walk alot, without the heavy computer on my back, starting tomorrow at 9 am.
Ultras hurt. I admire those who ignore the pain. I know I give up at some point. Given the current situation with my body, I don't know how long that will take. No matter how slow, I hope to stay on course.
I am staring at a black hole. I don't know what will happen. I signed up for this race almost because I have to work nearby the following week. So the trip is free. The race will be an exercise in letting go, but moving forward. I seek endlessness. I will play with my thoughts; watching and dismissing.