I run a bit earlier.
I am used to crossing the finish line with nothing but the finishline.
No chips. No freebies. Accurate timing.
A marathon is something I love to run.
It’s something I treasure not for the applause, nor the grand flashing of the cameras.
It’s the race – the condition – the weather – the pace – the finish – that I cherish.
I am more than glad when the time posted in the result is accurate.
Missing the old times.