My magic hat carried me for another 17 kilometers. I had 5 more to finish the race. 5 more that I didn’t run. Or walk.
Oh yes, I hit it hard! I think my wall had started to materialize around the 25th kilometer. At first it was a quite flexible wall which I could just push away if I focused hard enough. It was more like a veil than a brick wall. It slowed me down, but I could still pick up my pace and run. It was annoying, but manageable.
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before I saw the light
Let’s face it, hipster: you’re out of breath, out of shape, living on coffee, Lucky Strikes and pasta. You might be skinny but I wouldn’t like to see what’s inside that carefully styled package. Even if you’re into organic, raw, vegetarian, green, what have you - you still can’t resist that pizza and Coke in the wee hours of the morning after you’ve had a few Pabst Blue Ribbons (or more). Thank God for the smoke ban in bars, otherwise your “social smoking” would blow up to a pack a day.
Don’t panic though!
