If I can find my identity with these legs, may my brain collect its seeking peace.
This summer has slowly began to sink itself in me, and has provided me with scads of tasty memories that I am sure I will have to excavate years from now. My self-collected data shows positive trends, even in this depressing heat, and I can only hope that this trajectory remains constant.
I will make an appearance at a few races in the foreseeable future to unearth my racing apparatus to Dallas. There is a recurring presence in my stomach that reassures me that this is the year I make a comeback. This time around, there is a smarter, more balanced, delicate approach to training on my part.