On Thursday (08/08), I ascended Interstate 40 from Dallas to dispel my distractions throughout south Utah. Over the past few weeks, it became more noticeable the way my attention trickled down towards time's abyss. This is something that I urgently wish to put to a halt. It is difficult to improve my mental abilities when I am in a state of attention catatonia. In running, the stimuli that pass through my eyes is as stale as the trees that I pass by. These trees keep me awake, but I wish to design and implement a new form of preparation in this sport: one that includes psychological variable tracking and advancement. The current puzzle for me is finding the right balance between daydreaming and taking action.
While my seclusion in Utah was fleeting, it was enough to empower my focus again. Training resumed last week, and the stiffness from sitting on my rear went away swiftly with the electric boogaloo.
The Dallas Half is about 17 weeks away.
Educar para liberar! I run to revolt.