This year I committed to two massive undertakings: publishing and running a marathon.

Over the last couple years I’d self-published two novels: Sons of Earth and We are the Living. This year I reached out to Synedoche Publishers, and was very pleased to be accepted by them. Together we’ve shaped up Cursed Seed for publication, a lengthly process that started in May. Guess what also was happening in May?

18 and 20 mile runs.

As a first time marathoner, I had no concept of just how long 18 or 20 miles is, and how much it takes out of a body. After my second 18 mile run (I’m slow, so that took my about 3 hours and 20 minutes) I drove an hour to an author fair without first eating and drinking properly. Mind hazy, legs like Jello, I nearly caused a traffic accident and then barely had the wherewithal to stand behind my booth.

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Those dead eyes, though.

Just working full time and getting in my training miles was almost doing me in. So just how would I meet editing deadlines and train properly?

Frequent meltdowns. Performing badly at work. Forcing my roomie to eat the same thing day in and out so I wouldn’t have to cook. A couple weeks before the marathon I was basically cracking under the pressure I had myself under. I posted on Facebook that publishing and marathoning mixed were the recipe for a nervous breakdown.

By God’s grace I finished the marathon, and by God’s grace the marathon injured me and forced to to take it easier for the rest of the summer. I’m finally back in half-marathon shape, just as editing is over and the book is about to launch.

You can bet I’m adding ‘Marathoner’ to my author bio whenever I can. I paid a high price for that word.

By the way, you may notice that all three of my novels contain people who run. In We are the Living, ex-soldier Liam runs and bemoans how hard it is to run 10K after being ill for months. The editor was like “how can he say that?” She’s not a runner. 10K is a casual stroll. In Sons of Earth, clone Dominic runs cold and clinical miles on his treadmill. In Cursed Seed, seven-hundred year old Sir Alexander von Katlenburg scoots out for runs every now and again. It’s a quirk of mine. 🙂

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