This past March, I ran my first full marathon. This was a major accomplishment made possible by many people helping me along the way. One person literally running by my side the last seven miles of the race. Marathons, and training for marathons, provide one a lot of time to reflect. This is the poem that came from my pen a few days after the race.
"Marathon"
Methodical training
Appetite grows
Running provides outlet and structure
As race day approaches
Tense nerves and knee are met with excitement and support
Happily, intentionally, unfailingly, I run
Out of body experience at the finish
Never alone.
--Gertrude Rose
Personal Journal
3/19/2014
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