Day 81

Unmentioned sensations are often the most memorable. The sight of the symphony, or the sound of a quiet art gallery. Perhaps these are the reasons that media in its digital form lacks depth. I don't know.

Today I hiked to exhaustion, quite deliberately. Pain is such an amazing sensation, the way it manages to reason its way into the mind and convince one to stop, regardless of the importance or value of the task at hand. When pain arrived mid-hike, I was suddenly compelled to abandon my quest up Mt. Doug from home (a couple miles away) mid-climb and turn back. All these reasons to do so arose, and oddly enough, none of them had to do directly with the pain! "You have homework to do, you still have a cold, you forgot your sweater and it'll be chilly up top, you've climed far enough... gotten plenty of exercise already!"

And so on, my deliberation was badgered all the way until about 20 paces from the top, when base inclinations did a turnaround and exclaimed "ah what the hell, just finish already!"

The walk back home was miserable. But then again, I once heard in a movie (Gattaca i think) that the best way to push your limit is to save no energy for the return journey.

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