Psyched. I have Psyched myself.. psyched into thinking a strong finish tomorrow. A strong finish in the half marathon tomorrow. The airtel delhi Half marathon. The place where it all started. The place where I started. The place where I started running. Running. Running. The rhythm. The rhythm of breath. in... out ... in ... out... the sound of my feet. My feet on the ground. The vibrations from the impact. The propelled motion. The motion. Flying on the ground. To reach the peak where I am not aware of whats happening. Of whats happening around me. Lost. lost and oblivious. When I regain consciousness I see I have crossed a few kms without realising. And then... the brain kicks in . asking me to stop. To walk. to regain breath. I do that that. But this time ? No. Why ? Because I am strong. What is strong ? Strong is what is left after you have used up your weak ! I told you. I am psyched. Psyched.
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