The number

I find numbers comforting. They don't lie. They are black and white. Math is the same in every country. Numbers tell me how far to go, how much distance is left, and when to stop. The number of the scale tells me how much I'm worth. The digits, mockingn me in red flashing light from the dash board of my car, remind me that I don't have time to stop and get gas. To smell the roses. To breathe. If days are numbers, how many numbers will it take me to weight 40 lbs less... Another number. I need this number to happen to get me to my next number injury free. To get me to 26.2. Not another number. THe ONLY number. The number only 1% of Americans can get to. The sum of my real net worth. This is y new math. Me minus 40 lbs minus a social life, plus 35 miles a week in training equals 26.2. Welcome to my journey... From zero to 26.2 in ten months.