Addicted?

Pre race dinner:
fresh picked blueberry pancakes

My legs ached the next day but my brain burned with the thrill as I read a simple article about trail running and ultra marathons. Someone on facebook encouraged me saying the long distance races are addicting. I believe him. I've just completed my first marathon. I feel addicted.

Maybe these resolutions will tire into fleeting impulses. It is after all, a fading summer, washed out with continuous rain fall and failing light. Soon the snow will cover everything and I will not run, I will ski. Perhaps when the snow lifts again, my spirit for running far will remain buried.

But maybe, instead, the recess and restoration of snow is the haven my mind needs to keep from burning out.

Thanks to my older brother for being there at the finish.
Time: 3:51:42