my view from mile 18, the nyc marathon finish line
will be a bucket list for me! this is the longest that
my lungs, heart, legs, mind, & spirit have ever ran.
& by mile 17, they were each required to be
all-hands-on-deck cause i was really losing it.
(the things we think & solve & chant to ourselves
when long distance running would make a great blog)
i was rounding the final hill down by the boat house
& was moving like a wounded duck of sorts. & then
des’ree came on the shuffle with her mantra “you gotta be”.
which thankfully channeled my feisty fifth grade self to show up
to take it all over & rally me to rev it up. by the time i made it
here to 18! i was so exhausted-emotional, that i just let
the tears flow as i high-fived
a lot of tree branches & a stranger.