Linda Wagar, 
ING Marathon, 
Ottawa, Ontario
June 2005

Life is not to be taken for granted; most of us know this.

Because I have done something a couple of times, I assume that with effort, I can run a marathon once again, this time in my home town.

My training was telling me my body was not into it. I had become incredibly slow, especially for someone who was never fast in the first place. I did not enjoy training in the winter; I had more bad runs than good ones. Other ominous signs were happening in my head. I always made plans for other marathons, while I was in training. I enjoyed this distance, I welcomed the challenge.  In no way shape or form was this happening. I could only think that this was my last one. I had visions of having to drop out at 38K. I did not see the finish in my head.

Well then, that was it, I would do my fourth and final marathon. I would listen to my body, hope it held together, and simply finish the ING Ottawa Marathon on May 29th, 2005.

Fortunately, on Race Day, this slow, somewhat experienced marathoner took all the lessons she learned with her on the road. My mind did indeed lead my body and the experience was not only enjoyable but empowering as well. This is the true essence of what running this kind of distance does.

The journey was scenic and the weather perfect for distance running.  By the time 25K rolled around I was confident in my abilities, the finish would not worry me. I did see several marathoners who did not look as confident. I would lend them a few words, gestures, to encourage them. The same was done for me, when at the 32K mark, it seemed I was drowning in a wave of half-marathoners. Their race had started now, and we would now share the course. They are strong, very fresh, and their presence could at times be daunting, but at other times I would hear words, directed at me, “Keep pushing”, “You are strong” and I would be thankful for their encouragement.

I follow my game plan; I run the course, walking only while drinking at the water stations along the route. The Experimental farm has a traffic circle with the 36K water stations. It is now known to me as the Circle of Hell. I thought it would never end. I am greeted by both of my children, Sophie & Justin who are giving out sponges. I receive the most encouraging, wet hugs a mother can hope for. I can not see my husband; suffice it to say this station is a virtual sea of runners. Thank you to all the volunteers!! Twelve thousand runners went thru a lot of water, Gatorade, sponges & Power gels. They arrived at 6AM to prepare for our arrival. Their marathon was of a different sort. Later, it was heart warming to hear how my family enjoyed helping and encouraging the runners.

I motor on…..only 6.2K to go. This is the part were my marathon begins. I would rather do the first 4 hours or so of running than do this modest bit. This is the test. I see a women, on the side of the road, wrapped in a sheet; she will not be finishing the marathon today. I am grateful that I will be. I think of Terry Fox, one two, one two, one two. I hear “Go Linda, you are almost there!” I smile, I keep on, one two, one two, one two.

I lose my focus around 39K. I run and walk to the finish line. I see a sign that reads 700 meters. OK, I can run to the finish. Two thumbs up! I cross the finish with an enduring smile that I can only compare to something akin to giving birth. I am a born again marathoner. I will retire, and likely return, later, and experience the physical and mental achievement of this amazing distance.

Linda Wagar, Ottawa, Ontario, June 2005

Linda Wagar, 
ING Marathon, 
Ottawa, Ontario
June 2005

Life is not to be taken for granted; most of us know this.

Because I have done something a couple of times, I assume that with effort, I can run a marathon once again, this time in my home town.

My training was telling me my body was not into it. I had become incredibly slow, especially for someone who was never fast in the first place. I did not enjoy training in the winter; I had more bad runs than good ones. Other ominous signs were happening in my head. I always made plans for other marathons, while I was in training. I enjoyed this distance, I welcomed the challenge.  In no way shape or form was this happening. I could only think that this was my last one. I had visions of having to drop out at 38K. I did not see the finish in my head.

Well then, that was it, I would do my fourth and final marathon. I would listen to my body, hope it held together, and simply finish the ING Ottawa Marathon on May 29th, 2005.

Fortunately, on Race Day, this slow, somewhat experienced marathoner took all the lessons she learned with her on the road. My mind did indeed lead my body and the experience was not only enjoyable but empowering as well. This is the true essence of what running this kind of distance does.

The journey was scenic and the weather perfect for distance running.  By the time 25K rolled around I was confident in my abilities, the finish would not worry me. I did see several marathoners who did not look as confident. I would lend them a few words, gestures, to encourage them. The same was done for me, when at the 32K mark, it seemed I was drowning in a wave of half-marathoners. Their race had started now, and we would now share the course. They are strong, very fresh, and their presence could at times be daunting, but at other times I would hear words, directed at me, “Keep pushing”, “You are strong” and I would be thankful for their encouragement.

I follow my game plan; I run the course, walking only while drinking at the water stations along the route. The Experimental farm has a traffic circle with the 36K water stations. It is now known to me as the Circle of Hell. I thought it would never end. I am greeted by both of my children, Sophie & Justin who are giving out sponges. I receive the most encouraging, wet hugs a mother can hope for. I can not see my husband; suffice it to say this station is a virtual sea of runners. Thank you to all the volunteers!! Twelve thousand runners went thru a lot of water, Gatorade, sponges & Power gels. They arrived at 6AM to prepare for our arrival. Their marathon was of a different sort. Later, it was heart warming to hear how my family enjoyed helping and encouraging the runners.

I motor on…..only 6.2K to go. This is the part were my marathon begins. I would rather do the first 4 hours or so of running than do this modest bit. This is the test. I see a women, on the side of the road, wrapped in a sheet; she will not be finishing the marathon today. I am grateful that I will be. I think of Terry Fox, one two, one two, one two. I hear “Go Linda, you are almost there!” I smile, I keep on, one two, one two, one two.

I lose my focus around 39K. I run and walk to the finish line. I see a sign that reads 700 meters. OK, I can run to the finish. Two thumbs up! I cross the finish with an enduring smile that I can only compare to something akin to giving birth. I am a born again marathoner. I will retire, and likely return, later, and experience the physical and mental achievement of this amazing distance.

Linda Wagar, Ottawa, Ontario, June 2005