So the pi-mile's this Sunday, and I can already imagine how it's going to go...
Start out running... This feels nice... 5 minutes in, already tired, stop and walk some halfway through, push to the finish, stumble across the line, they'll say, "Daniel, it's just a fun run you know!" and if I can breathe I'll say, "I- know,- this- is how- I have fun" as I collapse to the ground in front of some other people leisurely jogging in behind me...
Oh wait, that's not how you're supposed to visualize... I'm supposed to say:
I'm halfway through, still feeling good, headed back in, passing a bunch of people on the way, sprinting as I get near the end, flying past the line, the person with the stopwatch saying, "23:xx" and I'll be exhilarated having run such a time in my current condition.
Yeaaheheheh that's not gonna happen.
But, I'll give it all I've got, finding some kind of motivation in the memories and the unfinished stories of the past...
