“Why the fuck am I doing this to myself?” — familiar

Somewhere along this stretch, the confluence of assorted feelings and emotions – pain, exhaustion, heat, sleep deprivation, hunger, frustration, thirst – got the best of me. And before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. I could not recall the last time something like that happened to me, let alone during a run. I never saw it coming. And for the first time ever, after close to 15 hours of continuous running and walking, I asked myself this question: “Why the fuck am I doing this to myself?” Mind game. I slowed down and composed myself. Instead of trying to find the answer to the question, I told myself to just stay in the game, and to remember the short prayer that I whispered somewhere in Lubao. A son never forgets. And I was again on my way.