The End

This is me this morning at the 8:30 start of the Montreal RocknRoll Marathon. I ran the half.


With about 26,999 other runners, I relaxed a little about being so slow. The anonymity really helps.



Ironically, of course, your name is on display for all to see, alongside the corral. Mine was 12 because I lied about my estimated finish time of 2:15 when I registered. Let me put this way:  I dream of a 2:15 finish, if only for my feet. My poor, bloodied toe feet. I did see some barefooters out there. I don't know how they handle it.



Still. Quite a view. My normally severe vertigo was redirected somehow.

Better than horizontal.

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Back to the Future

When last I wrote, I was in the midst of over-compensation. You know: life's knotted up, gnarly bits doing their thing. Making sideways adventures of straight forward plans. This, I've found is usually my undoing as far as training is concerned.




As it turns out, it is my general state of being. There is such a thing as trying too hard.

...Still beats horizontal, though.

For now.




Cheers from the mountain!

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