Our race is almost over, we are nearing the end... I’ve extended my stride and can see the finish line... trying not to slow down again... I’ve alternated between a slow jog, to a sprint and everything in between, never sure if I wanted to finish, just to begin again. I still have doubts, never sure, if I should stop and start over... this time trying harder, or maybe it would make more sense if I finished and then tried again later... will it be the same race, or a different route all together, not knowing is what stresses me, but what I already know now isn't convincing me to try. We started off strong, taking things slow, just enjoying the scenery, but when the forest became a jungle, we couldn't agree on our strategy. You went your way and I went mine, both of us confident we would still finish together....nothing in our training regimen prepared us for the road we encountered alone... so much stronger together, you were always my motivation, constantly my # 1 cheerleader, and then I couldn't hear your voice anymore from all the noise... as we near the end, I realize that I have enjoyed this marathon, and although the fatigue in my bones at one time made me despise this form of exercise, I am now excited about training for the next race... whether we run again together, or choose a different partner and event, I will cherish this my first race for all time...
