Day Twenty

Seems daunting.

All in the perception, amigo. I used to think riding 112 miles was impossible. And running a marathon AFTER? Get outta town.

But then something funny happened. And please pass the perspicuity, it had nothing to do with humor and everything to do with the miraculous. See that clearly.

What?

The start. We begin initial movement it its direction. Get up, gear up and light out.

You make it sound easy.

You want me to make it sound hard? Coat it with 27 grams of sugar?

You want me to talk you out of it? That would be a felonious disservice for someone claiming to be a pal.

Shall I beat you over the head with the truth until you look at it differently?

But I could never………

Stop.