Over eight hundred training miles. Nearly two hundred hours on the trail, or the treadmill, or pumping weights.
Nine months of rising before the sun on Saturdays to get in a long run. Furiously juggling work, family and a training programme. Cold showers, early nights, stifled yawns.
Befriending muscle pain, till the quadriceps and hamstrings just stopped crying out in despair.
A whole new lexicon- long slow runs, tempo runs, speed workouts.
Everything leading to this moment.
Bib pinned to my chest, timing-chip on my shoe.
Me, and Twenty-six point one miles. Tomorrow.
I hope I give it my best.
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