The marathon!That was my first thought, immediately followed by an intense pulsating pain. As my body lay belly-flopped on the glistening ice, I was afraid to stand up and find I could no longer walk, or my knee was split in half, or a bone was sticking out.Only one week earlier, my husband had asked me to decide. “What do you think?” “Will you be ready for the marathon?
It’s in five months. Should we sign up?” I’d hesitated. It costs over a hundred Canadian Dollars to sign up for the Ottawa Marathon, and I didn’t want to throw away money on an impossible goal.
Also, there was my ego to consider: what if I said yes, and then just couldn’t do it? But I wanted to say yes, and I wanted to be ready. “Let’s do it,” I’d said. “Sign me up.”Now,.
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