Day 6. My dad calls, to see how I am doing. I am delusional pretty much. I am totally blocking it out. I have washed my clothing for the race. I should be deep in thought trying to focus. And I am not, I mean not as I type this. Maybe it will change before I get to the end of this blog. I have no plan to even make sense as I type this.
This morning's run was spectacular, that's really all I have to say, accept I wish I could go longer. I am running wednesday and friday and that's it until the race.
Attached is a picture of my feather as requested, goodness I'm a giant dork.
song for today: Stroke 9, Kick Some A**
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