Heavy

There is a feeling. It lives deep in my legs. It is not often there.

It's heavy.

There are memories. Struggles to push on when I wanted to stop. Disappointment.

It's heavy.

The medal around my neck.

It's heavy.

I am creating pressure. I am visualizing heart break hill.

They're heavy.

My mind lately dwells on Boston. It dwells on redemption. It dwells on re-qualifying.

It dwells on having a better race this year.

It dwells on every ache. It dwells on my pace.

I hit the road this morning....with nothing. Me and my shoes, some water and the road.

I know what I have to do.

I know I have one month from today before my toes cross that line in Hopkinton.

I know not yet what I can and will do.

I do know what I want.

Redemption.