Another 60 + mile week. Another 30+ mile weekend.
Last night, I wondered why I do this. I did 18 miles on Saturday. Why did I know that more miles would be done on Sunday. Yes I go in races, but my miles are not really viewed as training. Just what I do.
I don't have an answer. Perhaps to wonder about the Egrets. Perhaps to say hi to Clara and Frank. Sometimes, just before I go outside, I dream of endlessness. Sometimes I experience endlessness.
I just hope I'm still doing miles 20 years from now.