Visualising

Still running dreaming of the medal. Not really. I go over the route in my mind before sleep. By 8km, that steep little hill up to 45th cutting I’m asleep. But its ok, that first agitation is gone and my mind’s made peace with the effort to come. As I ran this morning I visualised the first ~20km of the route. Then I stepped on a manhole cover and the mosque next to me burst out calling the faithful. Up the road more mosques called. An old man with a young boy answered.