Finding My Happy Pace (Toronto Series #8) by Heather Wardell

Author:Heather Wardell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: running, assertiveness, marathon, doormat
Publisher: Heather Wardell

Chapter Twenty-Two

I stood up slowly and grimaced as I took my first few steps on legs that seemed to have forgotten they had joints.

"Looking good, Megan." Dad grinned at me.

"Yeah, right."

He chuckled. "How long do you stay this stiff?"

I was supposed to be helping take the dinner dishes to the kitchen, but I gratefully stopped staggering to talk to him. "Well, the run was yesterday morning. With my other runs I'd have been feeling fine by now but this is the longest one I've done so I guess it's different."

Thirty-two kilometers. I still couldn't believe I'd covered that much distance. It took me nearly four and a half hours, but I did it. Andrew and I had gone to the Beaches path at six in the morning to avoid the worst of the day's heat, and he'd stayed with me the whole time, cruising along at my pace and brushing off any suggestion that I was holding him back or that he might have had a more enjoyable way to spend a Sunday. He'd accepted a fight in early November, so he'd decided to still do the marathon but not push himself too hard. I couldn't reconcile 'run a marathon' with 'not push too hard', but I supposed after I'd done a few of them I'd understand. Assuming I survived this one, of course.

"I'm an old-fashioned guy," Dad said. "How far is that in miles?"

"Just under twenty," I said, since I'd been curious and asked Andrew. "Nineteen point eight."

Dad shook his head. "Impressive, kiddo. Crazy, but impressive. And you said before you won't be going any further in training, right?"

I nodded. "But we're going to do that same run twice more since it's such good practice for the race." I rolled my eyes. "I can't wait."

He laughed. "Well, better you than me. All right, get this table cleared."

By the time I reached the kitchen my legs had loosened a bit but I was still feeling the after-effects of the run. Andrew had warned me that I would but since I'd barely been sore at all after our twenty-nine-kilometer run I didn't expect to feel so much after the thirty-two. I'd have to do another ten in the race itself, but I did my best not to think about that. It scared me. I did like the idea of pushing myself that hard, of finding out just how much I could take, but it scared me too.

I dropped off my load of dishes on the kitchen counter. "That's the last of them. Should we-- where's Mom?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Mrs. Behr came over with her grandson and they're in our yard chatting."

I rolled my eyes too. "So it'll be at least half an hour before dessert then." Mom and Mrs. Behr, whose first name I'd never learned, loved standing in one or the other's back yard and talking about anything and nothing.

"Should I tell them?" Kim jerked her head toward the dining room where Dad and Brandon still sat.

"I can."

"You're in pain.

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