War Eagle 50k, it's what's for breakfast next Saturday. I get to climb that pole, the one that sways in the wind... the one that's 50 feet tall. I get to stand on that 12" platform, balancing as it sways, hands tightly clasped around the ropes tied to my waist. The trapeze bar just close enough to touch with my fingertips, but far enough to have to jump to get it. I get to let go and jump, to reach, to demand the impossible...without expectation. Get the bar (time goal), miss the bar...the result still the same. I will still land safely on the ground...so let go of the ropes, jump, reach, fly...and find the joy and revel in the space between the platform and the bar.