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All the wonderful talk about team-manship, and unity, togetherness
and sticking out for each other, the lofty ideas of adjusting our pace to the
slowest in our herd… well, it turned out to be just that – mere talk.
Apparently, some of us happen to be more competitive then
others. For them, the pace was too
slow. There was this running energy inside them that couldn’t be curbed .
We’ll see you at the
finish line, shouts out the fast child, trotting off with a friend of
comparable energy and stamina.
There goes our unity, I
gasp torn in half. We watch the stragglers
pass us one by one, a 78 year old lady in turquoise tights and matching visors
who flashes us a big smile, a toddler with a giant teddy bear and a pregnant mother
with her brood of four. We are well on our steady way towards leading the very
tip of the tail.
Last shall be first
and first shall be last, I am trying to cheer myself up with aptly quoting
Bible verses out of context. My
dreams and expectations for the race long left behind wallowing in the START line
dust, I hang onto glass-half-full.
At least we are all
still in the race. It’s all about
finishing after all.
That was at the mile marker two.
The kind volunteers hand us cups of water and shout their disingenuous,
You are doing great!
Almost there!
Way to go!
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As if we don’t know how pathetic we feel and look.
At about 2.2 mile marker, I turn around and see my husband
catching up with my neighbor and me.
You are alone! I
cry out, my heart draining out of the hole in my running shoe. Where is…?
Dropped... out… Had a knee- injury last night at the lock-in…
Too much... pain… Couldn’t…... finish…
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