In less than two weeks, I’ll be standing on the Jacques Cartier bridge waiting for the 26th edition of the Montreal marathon. I am not ready. I really mean it. I could run the half without much concern but once again, my preparation has been sub par.
I am starting to wonder what i could accomplish given a proper training. I haven’t went further than 27km inmy long run, I haven’t staked up the mileage in other ways, I haven’t been eating healthy and the kid just started sleeping full nights.
But my problem is, I’m cheap. And stubborn. So when I registered tor the marathon last year, I committed myself to do it. And given that the finishers of the marathon, not the half, are earning a little jacket. I am going to make it through.
But I know I’ll pay the price. It will test my limits like New York did last year. I might ever hurt myself in the process but fuck it; there are goodies waiting for me at the finish line. And more pride.