was the one who controlled my fatigue. In the grandest sense, I was the one who controlled my life. It was my choice. That day and every day I could either work according to my own limits or I could try to live up to someone else’s expectations.My life as a

– and it was beginning to slip through his fingers. He had to face his choices: he could reach down and see what he had left, or he could give in to the fatigue. It is a point that all of us encounter when we race.The pursuit of a PB is not for the timid. Often we don

– and it was beginning to slip through his fingers. He had to face his choices: he could reach down and see what he had left, or he could give in to the fatigue. It is a point that all of us encounter when we race.The pursuit of a PB is not for the timid. Often we don

. Instead, they must be equal to their imaginary expectations. They’re fighting not only the real elements of weather and fatigue, but an envisioned keeper of their litany of failure as well.Perhaps everyone begins this way. Maybe we all start by overcoming

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