21k

Sheryl and I drove to Fredericton on Saturday so I could run the marathon yesterday. It’s a long drive — four hours feels like a journey these days — but we arrived with plenty of time to walk the whole downtown. Finding somewhere to eat proved difficult, and we ultimately ended up at some nondescript pub where I ate something purposefully bland. I’ve been having trouble with my stomach, and it was the kind of meal I hope to forget by tomorrow.I find it hard not to be critical of any performance. But I ran the 21k and addressed all my worries - I didn’t have to stop, didn’t feel pain, kept my ego in check. Run with the body you have today, not the one you had ten years ago. I managed to sprint the final three kilometres.I found a race buddy around the 7k mark and stuck with her for most of the race. She was running slightly slower than I wanted, which gave me discipline I might not have found on my own. Around the final 5k mark I came up beside her, thanked her for being a great…