My last two long-distance races have been really tough. Not that my first full wasn’t tough, but I didn’t hit a point where it was all I could do to just keep moving forward. Not fast. Not what I had hoped to do – just in a forward direction. I was miserable, but I would not stop unless too injured to physically keep moving forward, or until I reached a time cut-off and they pulled me for that reason. At the time, I don’t understand why I put myself through it. Immediately afterward, I do. It teaches me what I can overcome and recover from, and I like doing it with a group of people. And maybe I like the medal and shirt at the end. But mostly, I like learning what my body can do. It makes other things easier. I guess that is my addiction.