In my sights
September 5th ...it's in my sights. I am already imagining it. I lie in bed at night dreaming of it. I see myself in the bright yellow Marathon Mary's t shirt, legs tired, body sweating.... struggling but satisfied. FINALLY, I think, I've reached the pinnacle of 10 weeks training, 10 weeks of being caressed by Gentle Gary, abused by Rapid Ronan, cheered up by Jolly Joan, battered by Mr. Boot Camp...the bastard, chatted up by the Golfing Rumpsteak, blown at by Little Big Horn, encouraged by the Dusky Digger, lapped by the Silver Fox, silently stalked by Feline Foggy and overtaken by Macho Malone. My day had finally come and the rewards would be great. In my dream I see myself, pushing past others, striving to get to the line, being elbowed by a couple of other Marathon Mary's as I reach forward desperate to get there...I finally do and shout at the top of my voice " Bottle of Bud please barman..." Yes, I've made it to the bar in the Mary's for the C25K afterparty....FINALLY. I shout at the top of my voice.."Barman...a drink for everyone !!!!"....and then I wake up...it was a dream after all !!! For now, I need to pull on my runners and head for the Fair Green, hoping Gentle Gary is wearing his bobble hat, praying that Little Big Horn brings out his horn tonight and hoping that these two 10 minute runs will help me reach my final destination....THE BAR ! See you there Marathon Mary's.
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