All for Tomorrow

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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