Wednesday, February 8, 2012
…for this was the first time I’d ever run more than a marathon. For me this was the Strait of Gibraltar, beyond which lay an unknown sea. What lay in wait beyond this, what unknown creatures were living there, I didn’t have a clue. In my own small way I felt the same fear that sailors of old must have felt. What I Talk When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, p. 107