Will that stop the post-marathon blues, so to speak? Probably not. We have to focus on an endpoint in many tasks in order to get through them. For 50 hours and 15 minutes I could not picture the finish line. Only in that last few minutes did I finally allow myself to think about being done. I tried my best to enjoy the sites along the way during the run, but mostly I had to have tunnel vision as I inched forward. However, I do remember stopping every once in a while, turning to my crew and saying, “Damn, that view is gorgeous.”
If we can embrace that philosophy, even if the finish isn’t as wonderful as we hoped, the trip there will well be worth it.
