In my minds eye, I see a glow, well beyond the dark night's horizon. It is the lights of Paris, way off in the distance. But I must not think of the City of Lights now, she is too far off. If I think of her, I'll realize how far I have to go, and I'll lose the will to continue. I must only think of the next controle, 200km away in Davis. I've got 5 weeks and 2 days to get there. That's all I can allow myself to think of for now.
But in the back of my mind, I know the road eventually leads to Paris...