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The Running Hour. Repeat.

 A new quest to challenge the backyard ultra process. 

This is my beginning. Starting with a sprained ankle and 8 months to get right. 

I've had a running history but no documentation so I'll briefly catch up in the next installment. 

This is some accountability. I don't want to turn up and fail early and be convinced I did OK. I want to win. Not win the race exactly but I'd take that. But win as in be content. Not stop at a milestop. Not die on my chair and not give up my mind.

This is a mental challenge. The physical stuff is easy. The nutritional is tangible. The prep is all doable.

Discipline is mandatory. Turning up is mandatory. Giving up is not allowed.

Updates and basic training and the journey to follow.

Time to fucking focus.

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