Today at the gym, I had a revelation, two actually. The first was that 5PM on a Saturday is a great time to go there because it is dead. The second occurred as I was watching a playback of the Preakness on the big tv as I slogged along on the tread. I thought: I want to be that horse. I want to run, and then from somewhere way deep inside, pull something out and lengthen my stride and pull away from the pack and keep going. The win wouldn't even be in question.It would be mine.

My revelation had nothing to do with running.