I hadn't experienced it, having only run 5k or 10k races before. But sure enough, somewhere around mile 18, I hit my wall. my legs were still somehow going forward but my body had collapsed inwards. I couldn't get any air. There wasn't any strength in my muscles. Nothing was working.
But then mile 19 came anyway. And then 20. 21. 22 ... And the wall had disappeared.
Our Monday night rehearsal was my Willy Loman wall. I couldn't explain it. My energy reserves were empty. My mind was Swiss cheese. I felt terrible.
But then there was Tuesday night. Just like mile 20. And everything was fine.
Actors hit walls too, apparently - especially when running a marathon like Death of a Salesman.
We're going to be okay. We're crossing that damn finish line, with our arms raised and our eyes wide open. And if you are there to cheer us on, you won't be disappointed.