run 2:10:00 [3]
Sunday loop of the Sulphur course with a good group and the dogs. Felt just fine for the first hour and then the wheels fell off one spoke at a time until, just shelled, I tried to get up Artaban. My will broken, my spirit shattered, I slowed to a walk and was about to start crawling when I thought back to that moment in the run when, in a ditch, Super saved me. Cue the stringed instrument, swell the trumpets, meaningful glance at the heavens, set my jaw, squared my shoulders, squinted my eyes, thought about throwing my hat to the ground like Whitfield in Beijing, and...kept walking. I had nuthin.