That line from Robyn Hitchcock’s “Balloon Man” neatly describes what I just slogged through for 10.5 miles. My shoes are soaked, my face chapped, my hands doing their best imitation of the frozen delicacies I defrost for dinner…but I got through it.

40 more miles this week. 117 until race day.

I’m gonna do this, guys. Regardless of how it rains.