I have been training for six months, five days a week, 20 plus miles a week trying to reach a sub-three marathon. This last Saturday as I came around the last corner of the St. George Marathon with just under one half mile to go, I could see the finish line! I knew I was cutting it close, I had not time to loose! I told myself to not let up, push it! Sprint it in! As I got closer I saw the clock 2:59! I had about 300 yards to go! All I needed to do now is get in before that clock clicks over to 3:00. Ready...GO! In my mind I turned on the juice and kicked it into overdrive-- in reality, there was nothing more to give, I had nothing hiding inside me that could carry me over that finish line in the time I needed. Just before I crossed under the big rainbow of blue and white balloons, I saw the clock hit 3:00. NO!!!!---I have a fire in my belly now though. The next time I hit the marathon course, I will be far from seeing that cursed number three. I am bound and determined to set a mark above and beyond that, proving to myself and to that course that those 13 seconds have messed with the wrong guy!
