A Place to End

Early this afternoon—at about 12:15pm—I had an experience that I’ll never have again in my entire life.  I embraced it calmly, perhaps unable to react because it didn’t seem real.  Truthfully, as I write this about an hour later, it still hasn’t sunk in.  I’m guessing later on it will—the realization growing as the day progresses.  Maybe I’ll feel it this evening when I pop open a bottle of champagne. Its not that I’m not excited.  I am excited!  And I’m happy.  It just doesn’t yet seem—real.

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Act III or ‘The Victory Lap’

There is a game I like to play in my head.  Its something I do to battle exhaustion at times when it really matters—when I’ve got to keep going just a little bit longer.  Mostly I play when I’m running.  I’ll have put in four grueling miles, sometimes more, and I know I’m a mile from home.  Though I can barely breathe I’ll shout into the little microphone on my earbuds “Hey Siri, play _______.”  If she understands me through my grunts and groans she complies with my request, then I lower my head and think:

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