…is what my man Steve said this morning as we headed into our twelvth mile.
squish, squish, squish, squish, squish is the sound my shoes made as we headed down the towpath. The heat and humidity were pretty oppressive, but a wisely placed, well-stocked fluid stop kept the club going without any fatalities. As difficult as it was to finish this one, I was grateful for the chance to get out of my head and into my body for a few hours. To visit that special place where time simultaneously slows down and speeds up and you remember that you really can keep going. And to appreciate anew the value of friendship which is based more on shared experience than social background or intellectual agreement. Where, in the best possible way, you are what you do.