For weeks now, I've been treating my body like a machine.
I expect it to keep going and going and never give in.
And that's OK. Because it is a machine. It can keep going. As long as I treat it right. Give it the fuel it needs.
My body is my temple, right? Well my temple feels like a landfill.
I watch(read) Baboo, who truly is a machine. Event after event. Tough! Or Lucho, talk about a machine. Watching him run is more like a work of art than a workout.
But both of these people and hundreds of people out there (including my competition) fuel themselves right.
This isn't a Sprint. This isn't an Oly. I'm working on the Half and focusing on the full.
I can't keep shoving crap into me and not expect me to be...crap.
Garbage in garbage out.