Sunday, June 24, 2018 Rural Retreat VA
To lead a race, if even for a short time, is an amazing thing. And difficult. Red-eyed hounds of hell nip at boot heels with only one intent: your failure. The animosity behind is palpable, wheedling its way into the subconscious to whittle away at self-confidence. Hanging it all out turns into merely hanging on. Until...
Fast becomes past. Passed.
But a brain remembers those moments besting all comers, and formulates a plan to take it the distance.