tomorrow

I had a bad running week - I was exhausted, my ankles hurt, my right side was tight, I got dizzy a couple of times, and a muscle knot in my back felt as if I had a coin stuck between my ribs. Worst of all, after a cumbersome 5K in the morning the notion of running 26 miles - voluntarily - seemed totally insane.

Somehow this all went away - well, the muscle knot is still there, but it doesn't count. I will run a marathon tomorrow, and someone inside me is elated and wants to break out in song. I will run a marathon tomorrow, and someone inside me wants to go dancing on the sidewalk.

I will run the marathon that outlines the city from south to north, from east to west - and this is a love song I am singing.