This morning I counted to 16, all by myself, and without losing track. I did in fact finish kindergarten, many years ago, so this shouldn't be surprising. But when in the midst of 16 hill repeats counting to 16 without losing track is one of the hardest things you can do.
For some reason when I get somewhere near repeat number six my brain goes all haywire. Was that six or was that seven? I wonder if I can count the down part of the hill as it's own repeat? I'm hungry. Oh shoot, was that eight or was that nine? Who in their right mind runs 16 hill repeats? Hey there's a squirrel. How the heck am I going to do 20 in a few weeks? Fifteen!? I am at fifteen! Sixteen...I'm the King of the world!