Get a good idea and stay with it. Dog it, and work at it until it’s done right. – Walt Disney
Like all my work, well, maybe, not all, the following is a true story. What amuses me now and struck me then as strange, was the guy who asked the question - he seemed to have the whole world by the balls - and he wanted my help. What's up with that? Wanted to know, where do you get your ideas? My leg hurts, the left leg. Can't decide if it's my rheumatoid arthritis, my phlebitis or my sciatica. And is pain caused by just a single known ailment? Or is this something new? Another blood clot? Think not. So many questions. Cut today's workout to four miles. Does that make me A Man Called Horse or a pussy? Questions. So many questions. Thinking might be a pussy. Just got invited to an ultramarathon. Opened the envelope, laughed out loud. Free entry, free travel, free room, generous per diem and an appearance fee. Laughed again. These people don't know me or they are crazy. Does stupidity have a single known cause? Nothing says I can't take the free entry, free travel, free room, generous per diem and an appearance fee. There's an idea. Drop to my knees at four miles and cry out in anguish - MY LEG HURTS. Life is my ultra. (2015)