Oh God, it hurts. I can’t keep going. OK, I’ll slow to a walk at the next light post.
There it is. I can make the next one.
Downhill after the next post. Push hard and get there!
Right. Coast down. Beauty. Sure, that was easy, now I can make it up the next hill. It’s only 500 metres, and not that steep.
Stitch in my side. Best way is to sprint through it.
Bloody beauty. Got to the top. Level now for a while.
Hey, that stitch was 20 km ago!
After you burst through the pain barrier, thought stops, time stops, and boy, you’re just flowing along the ground, no effort. Peace on the hoof.
Long, efficient strides eating up the distance, and Dvorak’s 8th symphony starts up in my mind. Running to magnificent music, and who needs a thing in the ear?
Here is that big hill. I hardly slow, but pump my arms, double the effort, and it’s no effort. I’m in the zone, in heaven, peace on the hoof, still. Hey, last time I thought that was 15 km ago!