Your body on marathon is divided at the waist, calm above, dissonant chords below. If you sit for long, the calfs are stiff and tingly, but the strangest sensation is lying in bed and listening to the random strings plucking themselves all over the legs, up then down, front then back. The amazing thing is that, when you get them moving again, they loosen up, shake off the abuse for a few magic miles where your mind drifts away before some part of the body, the lower body, calls it back.
There's something different about your upper body too that I can't quite put my hands on; it might be that it is so silent by comparison. The heart and lungs don't even seem to do much. My body has to remind itself from time to time to take a breath if I am sitting.
I am thankful for my body, for what it has allowed me to do so far. I thought this race would test constancy, calm persistence, and mental strength, but a lot of it is up to my body, my lower body and hopefully calm above.
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