The Hope of Getting It Right Just One Time

What a long slow and boring climb it has been for the last few months. Since April I have taken the time to rebuild my fitness, work out some imbalances and re learn how to listen to my body. I am convinced that the life of an athlete is 1 part work and 9 parts maintenance. 7 days a week I spend running, 3 days a week I spend doing physical therapy, it seems like I am eating all the time, and doing strength and flexibility drills in between meals. I am just your average runner who puts in the time and energy to be ready on race day. There are no prizes given for effort, only for winning. I am the man in the middle who puts one foot in front of the other because I still can. 16 weeks from now I turn 40. 16 weeks from now I toe the line of another marathon in hopes of getting it right just one time. What getting it right means is beyond me, but for now, for the next 3.5 months I will continue to chase my great white whale, in hopes of finding some sort of meaning to all this. Let the games begin.