Joints screaming, Muscles aching, Trying for a quiet pain. An ache that buds instead of blossoms, Take it today. Take it tomorrow. One day, There’ll be a spill of raven hair on a snow-white pillow, The brown eyes once vivacious now dulled, Passing into a…

I’ve certainly taken my time to start writing this introduction – eleven and a half hours before the marathon starts, when I’m about to go to sleep. And that says two things about me: one, I often leave things for the last minute, and two,…