Montreal marathon

I'm holding a large red lazyboy, and am running. It's heavy.
I'm carrying it on my shoulders and can't see in front of me. I have to rely on my peripheral vision.

 I'm running on a gravel path bordering a meter high cliff. Stretching from under the cliff is a rice field. I can see the runners moving taking the path through the rice field . I'm only a few meters from the finish line. I can't run as fast as I want/can because of the lazyboy.

I am almost at the finish but the weight of the chair makes it feel far away.
Oh yeah, I think to myself -- why don't I put the chair down and run?
Who said that I had to carry a chair?
I throw the lazyboy off the cliff.
I feel light. Very light! I can run fast! The lightness of my legs makes me feel like I'm flying. I'm only a blink of the eye away from the finish! 
Just a step!

All of a sudden, someone came from behind and passed me right at the finish line. I finished 3rd.
I wasn't too upset, though. It just felt great to run without the chair, light on my feet.
I felt tired but invigorated.


A baby is crying now. Ah, it was a dream.
Good morning.


Outside of the window, the morning sun has turned the sky into a beautiful orange. The beginning of a nice autumn day in Montreal. A perfect day for the Montreal marathon.

Many Japanese people participate every year and do well, apparently.
The joy of running the whole distance regardless of how you finish.
Huffing and puffing in the slightly chilly air.



I used to always finish last in my high school marathon race.

I managed to finish somehow. My gym teacher would help me along, riding behind me on a bike, tapping my hips with a stick. 

I would like to participate in the Montreal marathon someday. I wonder if I'll manage to win "last prize" again ?