Pick up your feet, Love.
I could hear her voice echo in my childhood psyche. She lived in North Jersey down the block from the Lyndhurst train station on Court Avenue. The sidewalks grew uneven over time due to increasingly large tree roots; years of use contributed to the crumbling edges. Pick up your feet, Love. I focused on the squares of pavement quickly turning over in harmony with my pace. I paid special attention to the placement of my feet to ensure a safe landing each time. I repeated that command over and over, until I was reminded of another directive.
Speak clearly and distinctly.
I repeated that over and over, envisioning her face, picking up the Jersey accent. I smirked upon realizing this pair of mantras fit the training perfectly. My plan to run a well executed marathon is in development. The plan is clear, precise. All I need to do is pick up my feet and the rest will follow.
|Court Avenue, Lyndhurst, NJ|
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