Sometimes my legs remain lifeless so long that I become skeptical of the reality; intrigued by the persistence, certainly, but almost incredulous. It has struck me as odd that I sometimes run through it, grit my teeth, pound out of few miles and I'm fine. Tonight I jogged the Maple Street Loop in 19:50, and felt better with each step. I don't know how that will translate, but need a long run no later than Tuesday to have enough confidence to start the Ouachita Trail 50K.
While jogging so slowly and with such slight effort, I pondered something Jim Nance said at least half a dozen times during CBS's broadcast of the Masters: "If [whomever] wants to win the Masters, he can't hit shots like that." "You have to make those putts if you want to win the Masters." No, Jim, a guy can want to win the Masters and hit 5,000 shots into Rae's Creek. Fuck, I want to win the Masters.
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