Hit the wall

When I have run marathons I hit what they call the "wall" at about mile 22. Every cell in your body and brain is screaming at you to quit. I don't because after all there's only 4 miles left. It is almost over. Climbing Mt Adams the same thing happens at the false summit where there's very little oxygen to breathe and your whole body aches- but again there is only 1000 ft to go, so close you can do it. I woke up this morning at 4 am because it was broad daylight and I hit the wall. Every cell in my body and mind was screaming at me, "this is too much pain for an old guy, why are you doing this to yourself? Life is too short to be torturing yourself like this." I worked hard turning off the thoughts but they kept coming back in like a tsunami. The biggest problem is that there aren't just 4 miles left, there are 23 days, 1400 miles left with thousands of monster hills! I got up and trudged to the outhouse thinking, "you aren't a tough guy anymore but a wimp!". Oh no! What I am hoping for is that on one of my inglorious falls as I get on or off my bike I will break my collar bone, nothing really bad now that I have discovered that I am a wimp. Then I would have a legitimate out. But I am going to get back on that machine of torture and do another day. I am walking around camp this morning singing Jesus Loves Me. Seems to be helping. Well I think we won't have cell coverage for the next three days until we get to Ft Nelson so you will just have to guess how I am doing. Love ya all. Dee