Hours on the trainer. Miles on the treadmill. The same songs on the playlist. The same cinderblock wall horizon. Fluorescent lights and a space heater. Sweat. Darkness. Cold. Winter.
Will you be faster this year than last year? Are you stronger? Tougher? Can you hold that 10/10 effort or will you get dropped at the finish line again? Can you be a leaner, harder version of yourself, or have time and age finally, irreversibly, softened your lines and edges?
When the last hill flattens out and you know they are coming for you, you know they are better than you, you know they are catching you, what will you do? Will you let them pull away and then meekly shake their hand afterwards. Again? Will you give in to quivering, burning exhaustion?
Or will you stand? Stand up, grab a gear, and dare them to catch you? Dare them to beat you? Dare them to kill themselves to cross that damn line before you?
Or will you stand? Stand up, grab a gear, and dare them to catch you? Dare them to beat you? Dare them to kill themselves to cross that damn line before you?
Which will it be? There is only one way to find out. 2013.
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