11.14 4 miles easy. Im very very sore in my calves.
11.15 11 miles easy. Im sore still and have a terrible cold that started on Saturday.
11.16 OFF. Too sick to run.
11.17 OFF. Too sick to run.
11.18 I feel a little better. 13 miles easy in 1:41:48.
11.19 5.15 miles easy AM. 7.05 easy Miles PM
11.20 9 miles easy.
49.3 miles for the week
As a youth, I ran, yet I did not exist in a sense. 19 years passed. Today, I exist in one sense because I must run. Perhaps I run to escape the futility of my existence. Perhaps not. In either case, this blog, or whatever it is, will serve to chronicle my training as a runner, my development as a man, and ultimately my demise as a human, because all things pass, fade, retreat into the horizon--and while we run, as we run, the mirage that is the shimmering, glimmering future continues to assert itself just out of reach. And yet, as this picture up above connotes, it may still be beautiful. And so the question may be what is IT? What is it? What is IT?
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