By popular demand it appears as if we will shortly (as in tomorrow) re-start our runners group. These last few days of spring-like weather must have inspired the cyclists among us to dream of foot strikes vice pedal rotations. A yearly occurrence with which I am most familiar. So be it, let's run!
Looks like June 6 has been established as 26.2 day at the North Olympic Discovery Marathon covering, roughly the terrain between Sequim and Port Angelus, WA. I have heard great reports from this event, and if we hadn't already committed to the RCV shoot of the USAC Road Racing Championships in Westchester, PA that same day, I would lace 'em up myself. Still, we can train together and take another stab at the wonderful world of group motivation towards the tumultuous trail that leads to the last mile of a marathon. Folks, RCVman is here to tell ya, there is nothing like it. That last mile, tests you like nothing else ever will. It hurts. You feel a step away from death. Your feet hurt, your back aches, your muscles scream of the pain. Your mind is mush, your lungs gasping for air. There is chafing, dehydration and sometimes blood. Grown men cry. All weakness' have been exposed, you are rendered raw. Your soul is on your sleeve. You think about God and remember your first girlfriend. There is a high pitch vibration ringing in your ears. There is no color, just a blurry race noir. And then you see it.
The finish line.
Greatest feeling in the world.
Pic: Back in the days before tri: The freezing February Tacoma Marathon in 1997.
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