Marathon #2 sits on the horizon and, god willing…God Willing I’ll cross that line again.
Marathon #1 was an all-out disaster that almost didn’t happen due to my mom’s illness but did happen due to my mom’s illness and her unrelenting push for me to train.
I trained through, tears, stress, worry and crossed the line many times arguing with incompetent doctors who destroyed my mom’s will to live and her health
I finally crossed THAT LINE at the end of the marathon which my mom did not live to see.
-Actually, she did see, for she was on the corner of Sackett Street and Fourth Avenue, just not in this realm and as I woggled towards that street, I stopped, crossed myself and bowed for the Queen.
back to Marathon #2 in which training has not officially begun but I’ve started anyway because well, I have nothing better to do than pound my knees via my feet kissing asphalt, concrete and dirt trails.
Love the trails, love my feet, love my knees, hate the dirt.
And at least I’m not kissing someone’s ass
I’ll tie up the laces tomorrow, that are tied already, just need to slip on the sneaker.
-(I’ll set the garmin, set the interval timer, wear the running glasses that get dark in the sun, put on the Panache Bra, set up the Spotify, put on the lip balm, make the Nunn for the water bottle, separate Tara-Habby from the treacherous cat posse (worse than the Sharks but just like the Jets) out to dethrone the Queen ( not me this time) and ultimately sit on the throne (corner of my bed).)
And hit the road…not like Jack in Ray’s song for
I’ll be coming back, god willing.