at some point, I realized that when I had been looking, everything was upside-down. That those pinnacles in the distance behind me were actually troughs, and that this slow, coasting descent was a climb to a peak I have not yet known.
I was fooled because we've climbed so effortlessly, free from a lactic burn in our legs. So let's pick up the pace, let's move so fast that everything stands still.
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12 March 2011
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