Building Stability with Your Body
I drag myself through Taco John’s doors feeling like a walking skeleton. I am soaked, my stability is shot and I stink. All I need is water. “Is it possible to get some water?” I say as I gasp for breath. Basically it was like a scene out of 127 Hours. Quickly, the lady behind the counter reaches for the largest cup as fast as she can. I fill it with water and mumble some sort of thanks and continue running towards my goal of 20 miles. The term “running” might be a little far fetched at this point. I was spent. My former stability was gone as I stumbled the last few miles to my home. I pressed on. I was desperate to complete my goal. Continue Reading…