Six times I ran the Red Deer Marathon. Six times I met the hill. Last week I didn't write, partially because I am at the hill. As you pass 41km of 42.2km, there starts to appear the most disgusting vertical incline. The 0.5 km up is a bit of a heartbreaker, but you push, and you walk, and you struggle. At the top you can see the finish line in the near distance, and though you have spent your last bit of energy, a decline to the line is all that remains.
Last week I submitted a paper, which in hindsight, missed the mark. But I wanted so bad to be done. The writing was inappropriate and some will likely hit the cutting room floor. I chalked 9 days as the goal, making 6 before crashing emotionally, physically and cognitively. It took 2 days to recover.
But, I am closer, slowly, and though I miss another family dinner tonight and will likely be here tomorrow, I know I can do this.
Big hill or not, this is the last one. Left Right, Left Right...
Dieter Wentzel, CPHR