Workouts are like brushing my teeth; I don’t think about them. I just do them. The decision has already been made. ~ PattiSue Plumer, U.S. Olympian
Marathon #5 On The Horizon
Do I Hanson or Higdon?
Or go with Runner’s World?
My lofty goals are not merely to finish.
They parallel the cry of my heart.
To stave off old age. To run with panache.
To believe that I can do this once again.
My doctor calls with an order of 10,000 units of Vitamin D.
Does this sound like youth to you? My bones. Can they handle this?
Another marathon training.
Of 18, 19, 20 weeks.
Of getting up and getting on the streets.
The same man who walks his brown lab, and the clerk at the Shell station.
The truck drivers at the Egg Plant.
The women driving their kids to play dates, to school.
These are my neighbors. These are my home.
They greet me with the morning sun.
As the afternoon commuters do with their weary drives home.
All saying. Whispering.
“Do it. You can.”
Time to pick a plan and start. To face the start line.
Of yet another date with destiny.