Carole, my neighbor, carries her third child in her 7th month with ease. Enthusiasm is the missing ingredient. Tomorrow or Sunday, I'll do my last long run. That means a twenty miler.
Timing is critical.
Too soon and the effect of conditioning is wasted. Too close to the race and risk heavy legs and the daunting task of finishing with face and injury free. The blond haired twins chase a soccer ball that Dad kicks. They pause and smile with instinctive benevolence up at my anxious face. They will remember me as the worried lady.