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RE: Forward March
Midlife Crisis Moyleman Marathon Man?
As I write this, the 2018 Moyleman marathon is under way, in perhaps the coldest conditions the race has yet seen, with snow deep on the ground and temperatures well below freezing. In one of those strange anachronisms of nature, here in Sydney it is just after 11 p.m., and the temperature, in deep contrast to the hills of Lewes, hovers around 31C.
As disparate as the conditions may be, or perhaps because of them, something stirs deep within, and I long to be there; not just to be there, but to actually run the damned thing... no, seriously.
Next year? No, no, it's impossible. For many reasons it just can't happen.
But then, if we never yearn for the impossible, nothing significant ever happens.
Damn it.
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Forward March
