Was I referring to the marathon that was run in my mind? no
I really don't know. Now that I think about it, I associate the
marathon with pushing your body to most torturous limits. The most I
have ran in one outing was three miles, outside on a classic 400m
track, at a time in high school were I was struck dead with boredom,
and experimenting with my masochistic side.
What was I thinking? Did I actually think that running was fun? No. I
didn't know why I did it, almost every day for a half a year. I don't
like pacing my self. I don't have the discipline to stay at a slow
pace for anything longer than three minutes, it's boring. I am the
type that likes to burn away all my energy in the first lap. I don't
care if you will catch up in a minute and pass me. In a minute I will
do it again. There is no system to the things that I do.
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