Wait a minute. Stop the presses. Today's a rest day on the schedule. I'm okay. Hal Higdon you're a genius! What a great marathon training program. I'm now George C. Scott in the scene in the movie Patton when he defeats Rommel's African Tank Corps after reading the German general's war strategy. I am that guy in the Oscar winning film. "Rommel you magnificent bastard. I read your book!" I'm not humble enough to leave it there. Oh no. I'm doubling down. I AM GENERAL PATTON!
Okay. Alright. Feeling good.
(Note to self: Calm down Big Boy. It's just a day off. There's a reason for this. Hal knew there would be days like this. He understands the mental aspects of marathon preparation pal. Enjoy it. Like Scarlett O'Hara says, "Tomorrow's another day.")
Schedule says that there's 6 miles tomorrow and 13 miles on Sunday. Buzz kill.
(Second note to self: The Boss retires today. Celebrate her graduation to retirement. Be in the moment and then kick butt the next two days. Good plan. Thanks once again Hal for saving me from myself. You're the man!)
I think I just realized something. Hal Higdon is Patton in this scenario. I'm just a guy trying to be a Dr. George Sheehan fit animal.
Today's about the woman I am related to by marriage. She's going to have time to train in an attempt to qualify for Boston. On second thought I think I'm on to something here. Thank God I've got 19 miles this weekend. Hal's got it on the schedule. I'm going to need them and the ones coming in the future to stay up with arguably the youngest 65 year-old retired pharmacist in the history of the world. I've got something after all. More than I realized when I first woke up. I'm going to part of supporting Mari in her efforts to reach her running dreams. Now that's something. A lot of "something." It's love. Love is as good as it gets. It's not just something. It's everything.
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